Holding our breath stops us at the top of a roller coaster. Holding our breath is like sitting down in a dirty diaper and setting up a tent.

On these beautiful days, walking is a way for me to move my body, breathe in nature, listen to the sounds of life around me

While saying goodbye to my granddaughter yesterday She was lamenting with a pout How she was missing hugs and kisses

I watched the documentary Becoming last night Michelle Obama’s new book She inspires me Her drive to keep on going In spite of the push...