We clicked instantly. We laughed so much, like the time I sat down to rest against a wall during a beer festival, happily digesting my bratwurst, the now-empty paper plate by my side. A few people walked by me, said something that sounded kind even in German, bent down and threw some coins on my plate. I was puzzled. When Michi returned from getting us some soda (wink), I shared my confusion about what happened. She burst out laughing, gasping out, “They think you’re a bum!”

With a terminal disease, I am living my fullest life while keeping an eye on the not-so-distant future knowing that I won’t see my kids reach adulthood. Can one “cram” mothering?

If you have ever been to my home, you would agree that it could be described as, “There appears to have been a struggle.” I don’t like housework: It’s tedious, it’s never done, and I would rather do literally anything else.

As Susan Sontag said, “I haven’t been everywhere, but it’s on my list.” I invite you to look through this collection of special Hudson Valley spots and take in as many as you can before Labor Day.

“What’s worse than raining cats and dogs? Hailing taxis.”

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

I always thought a breaking heart was a bad or sad thing. But my heart has been broken open by love countless times.

Despite having “flown the nest,” a few breeds of birds, like nuthatches, continue to feed their young post-flight. I find that so tender.