Not to wait.

I stuffed a change of top and fresh underwear into a plastic shopping bag, dressed into my new surfing-style swimsuit then went to the pool. No, I wasn’t going to look for my gym bag. And no, I wasn’t waiting for the new year…

A Day of Newspapers and Klimt.

I’m hardly ever sick, but one day this past week I received a touch of a reminder..At work, my stomach churned and my head began to swim..

Thirty Days Hath September.

People would ask me…advice? “Oh please, goodness, just do it! Go for it! Give in to what you love to do!”

Well, a Half Year Later..

That wonderful Great Lake reminded me of times I had studied with abandon. That mindset was decades ago but it wrapped me into the warmth of a hug from an old friend…”hello, it’s me..”