I just read another article kindly recommending to write every day. So, I forced myself to write this article.
I rarely get sick, but yesterday I got a lower back muscle twisted. I never had anything so dramatic. I was alone in the house when it happened. I managed to return to the bedroom and rest on the rug until my husband came back about two hours later. I didn’t know how long two hours seemed to be until I was there just waiting in pain. It reminded me of a huge turtle on the back trying to turn around…
What about a walk in the Huntley Meadows Park before it gets too hot?
My still cloudy brain accepted my husband’s early morning challenge. “OK. I’ll get ready.”
We’ve been walking in the evenings to avoid the steamy hot Summer days in Northern Virginia. It’s September and a change it’s a great idea.
We walked on the park trail, on the side of the South Kings Highway, for about 2.5 miles, which feels like 10 miles in mid-August. …
In honor of Former Alexandria police sergeant Elton B. Hummer.
A whisper from the past called my attention to the plaque in honor of Former Alexandria police sergeant Elton B. Hummer on one wall of the historic Hummer alley in Alexandria, VA, the morning of August 20, 2021.
When I finished reading, I wondered how he died.
A woman walking down the cobblestone alley called me.
“My name is Princess Aroma,” she said, I bring healing scents to sad hearts.
Rows of yellow roses weaved into her tunic perfumed the air.
Green ivy vines popped out of her scalp down…
How I learned to work with the power of the universe.
When I was a child, children were invisible and silent. I grew up among adults who already knew everything. They knew how a child was supposed to eat, dress, think, and above all, how not to respond to adults. I wanted to speak my mind and do things the way I liked, but I was afraid of adults’ reactions.
Before going to school, some adults in my family taught me the alphabet and I taught myself to write my name and a few words. Sometimes, I browsed the newspaper…
If you are not writing, you are experiencing one of the writing barriers: fear, laziness, or resignation.
Fear: Do you think writing is too risky? Are you afraid that a monster will cut your hand if you start writing? That your ideas are too out of place? That you are going to offend somebody? That your mom will not like your heretic ideas? That your boss will learn you are a writer?
Laziness: Do you think writing requires too much effort? That writing a page requires too much time? That you are too busy to write 100 words? …
With around 50 million people worldwide, according to the World Health Organization, having dementia and about 6.2 million Americans age 65 and older living with Alzheimer’s, it’s likely you know or live with somebody with dementia.
The following numbers for the United States from the Alzheimer’s Association Report tell us that dementia requires our attention:
On my way home from the gym this morning, I noticed many cotton balls floating on a perfect blue background. I stopped a few times to take pictures of these magical images.
I shot clouds touching house roofs in a cul de sac, electric transmission towers trying to stop the white cotton monsters heading towards them, and the cotton balls behind the red traffic lights on the road ahead of me. The road and the trees merged with the sky on the horizon.
Maybe the sky starts at the end of the road.
Maybe if I keep driving, I’ll touch…
People have taken advantage of new technology benefits for a long time. Late in the 1990s, my team reduced the time needed to analyze scores of data in spreadsheets and printed reports from three weeks to two days.
We introduced datamarts and data analytic tools that allowed us to analyze data like never before. These tools allowed us to push a button on a screen and print reports that took us many days to build earlier. We discovered problems with transactions we could hardly spot with semi-manual tools like excel and other rudimentary tools.
Every time we introduced a new…
When COVID-19 made us stay at home in March 2020, Yoga gave its practitioners the strength to move towards a light at the end of a tunnel. The length of the tunnel was unknown, but the light led us and gave us the certainty that we would find a new world at the end.
Many Yoga studios and individual teachers established an online presence to maintain their students engaged when they closed their doors. As a result, they could teach more students remotely and offer more workshops.
The end of the tunnel brought us to a hybrid world where students…