Transitions. The concept of change can be terrifying for many of us. Sometimes change is forced upon us. Without any choice at all in the matter, we're left to cope. That's happened to me more than once, and it's hard. The hardest. Sometimes we choose change. That can happen because we have no . . .
My trainer says he wants me to take Pilates less for the physical benefits and more to get me “out of my head.” That suggestion is apparently the companion to our Pilates teacher’s comment to “stay in your body.” He’s right, of course, and his saying it was a gift. I stay in my head way too much. . . .
Another spectacular west-central Florida coast day. Blue sky, a little haze. Breeze. Gorgeous. I spent some time sitting outside at a Starbucks with a college chum, one of two with whom I reconnected last year. J. is closing off a 30-year career as an ad man for a big agency. After running . . .
IN MEMORYWITH GRATITUDE288-3095The number rings into a void, into the ether, into a tangle of central telephone office wires leading nowhere. Sprawled on top of a hill, the best house in a tract of split levels sits empty; a long, red brick ranch awaiting a new owner, a new family, a daughter who . . .
December is one of the most beautiful months in west-central Florida. Even though it's a bit chilly for Florida, the sky is very blue, the sun very bright and the palm trees very green--the combination makes it a perfect time sit on a Starbucks patio and have coffee with one's former trainer.Well, . . .
