The other day at lunch my friend Diane was excited to announce, “Ooh Linda, I have to tell you a story. You inspired me!” Of course I was going to be happy to hear whatever she had to say, but sometimes that sentence is met with equal parts trepidation and hopeful curiosity on my part…
In 2007/2008 (eeh gads… ten years ago!) I went through a major Jodi Picoult phase. I devoured every book she had written on the very same lawn chair from whence I type today. I loved her CSI approach on topics that were “ripped from the headlines” and how she braided fictional stories around true and life shattering events…
As I made my way to the beach with my group the other night just after 5pm, there was a cavalcade of happy beach goers laden down with various beach accoutrements trudging in the opposite direction of my arrival tide. They were sandy and ruddy from the sun and the good cheer of a day well spent at the beach. But they were leaving. Which is why I was arriving…
Today, on my kid’s fourteenth birthday, I woke up early to treat the birthday twins and their delighted assembled friends to a Monkey Bread Breakfast (with a side of fruit to compensate for the less than healthy merits of the main dish)…
I am not sure why I had it in my head that the hair on my particular head was worthy of the top dollar prices I was paying for it’s maintenance. But I did get into this mindset, until one day I decided to try something new…
I confess, I am not a fan of shopping. Trolling through clothes on display at the store is like torture to me. Fortunately, I have found a solution…
To commemorate the final year of my 5th decade, I dubbed 2017 as my year of yes. I made a very deliberate choice to spend the year being open to every opportunity that was presented. The goal was to commit to more, to experience more and get out of my comfort zone more. It was, by far, my richest and most rewarding year yet…
And… we’re back! Took a bit of a blogging break to grab some time with my family and friends as we careened towards summer’s finish line. Now I am back in the city, that if you can’t be inspired here you can’t be inspired anywhere, and I am ready to get back to it. But before I do, I want to offer a few words about what I mean by group…
I did it! On Sunday morning, we left Montauk Point heading to Block Island. The paddle didn’t go exactly as planned, but I made it. This post is all about the final leg of my journey with Paddlers for Humanity and The Block Island Challenge…
Tomorrow morning is the big paddle! At 7am me and my 72 new friends will be pushing off from the base of Montauk Lighthouse heading to Block Island. This post is all about how I got to this point…