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It’s -8 (-27 wind chill) and I’m going…to an ice race. Ha! I bet most of you thought skiing… (that’s after) 🤣 I know both are crazy. To me, both are examples of love… in action. I could stay home today. No one would fault me for it. Frankly, no one would question it. It’s freaking COLD! But staying home, to me, is love as a noun. Showing up for two things I love (my friends and skiing) is love as a verb… let me explain: Love as a noun is something you have or feel — a label,

It started about four years ago during a season when I was driving often to La Crosse, WI. Along the route was a beautiful dead tree-majestic, like a pillar; and it was striking to me. I named it my favorite tree. At the same time my youngest, Rowan was 14. I was driving him to the Ski hill every weekend, multiple times. Along our route was another gorgeous, majestic tree. The tree in the picture below. Rowan named it: his tree. Recently, either due to wind, or the fact that

Some of us woke up alone. This morning might be your first Christmas where you’re divorced, or single, or had to wake up after losing someone you love. If today you’re in unknown territory, here’s the answer. Stop. Sit down, close your eyes and do this: think of whatever you think is missing and give it to yourself. When you’re falling apart, it’s because your focus is outward. Focusing outward keeps you in an emotional fog because you’re attached to the thing you don’t have.

Have you ever thought about what your life means to you? Actually stopped and thought: who am I? What am I here for? What makes me happy? I just took a trip to Colorado to ski alone. One week. Just me. I almost missed it by letting the unknowns talk me out of it. Instead, I opened my computer, chose the condo I wanted, and hit “reserve.” I picked the condo I felt excited about. It was steps to the Gondola at the base of Keystone Ski Reaort. No partner. No back up plan. No one

I just talked to my sister. She still lives in NJ and is going down the farm for Thansgiving. My mind races back, my cells can feel my memories of my family… My sister lived with my mom in Trenton. When I was little, I’d spend the night before with them. The next day, Pop would come up and our stepfather Gary and mom would cook turkey. Gary’s mother, Gloria (the only Grandmother I remember) would be there too. I remember my mom saying Gloria was the easiest person to be aroun

I hit a deer with my van a couple weeks ago. I was driving home at twilight. You know, when the sun is almost down, but it’s not dark...