I go both ways, that is on the tennis court. I still enjoy both singles and doubles play.
Most women my age are avowed doubles players. Doubles, they say, is a more cerebral game, requires less running, and is more social. That may all be true. But the one thing that singles has way over doubles is never having to say you are “sorry.”
Team sports, such as doubles tennis, require that you depend heavily on others to cover the territory when you cannot. To read your mind. To know your partner’s and opponents strengths and weaknesses. This is true of any team sport. And in doubles, where the team is just two people, the pressure to perform is that much greater. Read More
Take your pick of medium: TV, radio, podcasts, internet, face book, twitter, newsprint, blogs, email, etc. No escape for anyone from the Zimmerman-Martin case. And just articulating that sentiment bought upon me the label of “racist.”
Last month we experienced yet another basement flood. “How could this possibly happen?” we asked ourselves after we got the call while traveling. We had taken enormous steps after the last flood just a few years ago. That flood was caused by sewer overflow (thankfully clean water) from inadequate town sewers. A huge rain overwhelmed the extra pumps that were deployed by the town.
One of the highlights of my summer is spending time at our summer retreat on 
Running, like in long-distance-marathon running, has never been part of our family exercise culture. Skiing, tennis, biking, kayaking, swimming, gym exercise equipment, yoga, and pilates are more likely choices for this averagely active group. (Lest I mis-lead or mis-represent, the youngest of three, Becca, does regularly run 3 or so miles, but not yet marathon grade.)
My father turned 85 years old today. This past weekend I went to Miami to see how he was doing just days after his being released from the hospital for another “tune up.” He was having trouble breathing for weeks. It sounded like fluid overload and heart failure. Finally he gave in and when he really couldn’t breathe he ended up in emergency for admission.
I have a confession. Although I am not a Bowdoin graduate, every 5 years I love going as the spouse to my husband’s reunion. A once sleepy liberal arts college tucked away in the pines of Brunswick, ME, Bowdoin has grown into a top rated and highly sought after school for the smartest young minds in the country.
Israel is a place of surprising contrasts. Let’s take the desert, called the Negev. As we drove south from Jerusalem, compared to our last trip in that region 8 years ago, much more of it had been transformed into agricultural fields of wheat, vineyards, and groves of fruit and olive trees.
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