There’s a song in The Secret Garden that perfectly captures that Cape Cod feeling for me… I need a place where I can go… …Where I can make my plans and write them down so I can read them …A place where I can bid my heart be still, and it will mind me …A place where I can go and there I will find me …Where no one says to go or stay …Where I can take my pen and draw the girl I mean to be I have enjoyed my days here – walking on the beaches, looking…

The Martha’s Vineyard Post Sometimes a vacation calls for playing tourist, and on Wednesday, I did just that by taking a jaunt over to Martha’s Vineyard. I had a lovely day there wandering in and out of the stores and taking in the Vineyard architecture. The ferry landed in Vineyard Haven and after I walked Main Street there, I took a bus over to Oak Bluffs, which was much more my cup of tea. I could tell the minute I stepped off the bus onto Ocean Park, which is just that – a large park area adjacent to the water…

My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style. ~ Maya Angelou Today, I’ve been thinking that my life is a play in five acts. Act One was the growing up years, bonding with family and getting an education. It culminated in graduate school (MS) and working at Roger Williams University. Act Two was my corporate learning and development career – Travelers, my career consulting years, Blue Cross Blue Shield of Delaware, and Vanguard. That act documented twenty years of contributions, highlighted by…

Every time I stand before a beautiful beach, its waves seem to whisper to me: If you choose the simple things and find joy in nature’s simple treasures, life and living need not be so hard. ~ Psyche Roxas-Mendoza Walking on the beach at sunset tonight, I noticed a lot of sand fleas (or some kind of little insects) flying frenetically along the water’s edge. I was glad for my shoes and socks and awed by their crazy energy. Their frantic activity made me think to STOP. To breathe in the autumn air, listen to the sound of the waves,…

Lately I find myself more uncomfortable with bridges. The sheer height of them is the biggest problem, of course, but I also have begun to lack faith in civil engineering, bridge inspections, and the quality of routine maintenance. But no matter, I still go over bridges, albeit in the right lane and under the speed limit. I was noticing the bridges on the way to Cape Cod today, and I found myself thinking about them more metaphorically than structurally. Bridge: a structure carrying a pathway or roadway over a depression or obstacle OR a time, place, or means of connection…