My mother and the Pope have a lot in common. Here’s a story about the lessons I learned from my mother.
There were no shortcuts growing up with my mother Eartha Kitt. In fact, when it came to exercise, the long route was often the one she chose. Walking, she felt was the “simplest thing in the world to do – and the best and cheapest form of aerobic exercise (no fees, no equipment),” and […]
Ah, Eartha’s wisdom was simple, yet profound. She didn’t need many words to make a point. She would often say, “Don’t Panic. It doesn’t change a thing, and only makes it difficult to see the options that may be in front of you.” Easier said than done, I know, but as a person who can […]
I was counting the painted floor tiles, purposefully placing each foot heel to toe, creating a soothing rhythm as I walked. I loved the way my newly straightened feet filled the fancy new footwear, every toe snuggled into a space of it’s own. Since being freed from my corrective shoes, I looked for every opportunity […]
My mother loved the water. She always wanted her homes to be near running water. The last house she lived in was on a river, which gave her much enjoyment watching from her bed, the final days of her life. Her prior two homes had landscaped ponds on the property, that she had aerated to […]