OMG, do I LOVE dancing! And I love it because I get to dance with the wonderful and talented TN!  Just a few short years ago you could never have gotten me out on the floor.  But now...I can't live without it!  I am so very grateful to TN for the epiphany! <3

Beginning thoughts for yet another Spring:

I haven’t read “Steppenwolf” in years.  I used to read it annually.  I’d get to about page 20 something and then couldn’t stop reading until the end. It sang to me.  But no more.  And nothing else Hesse or Kafka or Dostoevsky or…

Have I outgrown them?  Has the loss of my wife changed me so much?  Has old age hardened and softened me at the same time?