Like so many of you, I’m limping into the end of the year. Closing my laptop on Friday last week, my eyeballs burned with fatigue like calf muscles at the end of a long run. One more video conference meeting and every cell in my body would have staged an insurrection. Every human being has limits. Many of us have certainly been pushed to our own frayed ...
For the past fifteen years, my husband Bob and I have been proud to host “Stand Up for Heroes,” the Bob Woodruff Foundation’s annual fundraiser for injured veterans and their families. We’ve raised more than $80 million to help our military veterans find ways to heal and move forward in their communities after the wounds of war. This November 8th will ...
Autumn is a time of change, downshifting from the warm days of summer to cooler nights and shorter days. We’re never too old for change. Trying something new challenges us. It keeps us vital. The pandemic put many people at a crossroads, a pause that can also be a positive time to make change. Folks I know are finding themselves in the post-covid ...
The crickets chirping in the late afternoon grass are my signal that summer is moving toward August’s end. The angle of the sun isn’t as broad on my porch, the college kids are leaving for campus and I can sense the “back to school” vibration. It’s a feeling, an internal shift, the way a bird knows to migrate. Speaking of chapters closing, losses come ...
Up here in the Adirondacks the caterpillars have denuded the trees, the heat is unseasonable, the mountain nights are warm and thunderstorms light up the night sky. In case anyone needed reminding, Mother Nature is the boss and we’d better pay some respect. Each year I tell myself that summer will be my time to slow down and each summer feels ...