My good friend Lily, aka the 14-year-old person inside, cheerfully provokes me on a regular basis. This week, she critiqued my fashion sense:   Your gray sweatpants are twice as old as I am! They look dorky. You’ve got those sparkly NIKE leggings Bruce bought you...

The Person Inside (she says her name is Lily) traveled with me this week to our home town, Port Townsend, Washington.   I used to live here too, you know. But. . .hey, it’s kind of different. . .   She’s right. Town has changed a lot in the 45 years since...

Last Sunday afternoon I met a friend downtown for iced coffee. As I ambled back to the car, replete with a tall skinny iced mocha for the first time in years, I noticed a poster for classes at the local dance studio taped inside a storefront window. I’ve been thinking...

Last week I was absolutely giddy from reclaiming the person inside, my inquisitive and forward-looking 14-year-old self. It was such a joy to see her again that I’ve invited her to stick around. Together, we’ve had an interesting week!   She’s definitely more...

I experienced a huge revelation this week: there’s a person inside me who, for the first time in years, perhaps decades, is free!   She’s a very young person, fourteen as close as I can tell. I felt her knocking earlier this week while meeting with a friend from...

One day I’ll travel, as early as next month when I visit my home town for a couple of days. Given the brief time frame it’s a trip targeted for family but if I run true to form I’ll sneak in some time with friends, too. That’s the scheduling challenge of traveling to...