As we walk through the various journeys in life, we begin to welcome a color that heretofore might have been pushed to the back. Gray is, as we age, something that becomes more a part of us. Our wardrobe matures (well, some people can still get away with a bright orange mini-dress…but really, that’s a rare thing…) and gray becomes a staple. We can spice it up with a nice pashmina cashmere wool in a vivid color, but underneath is our stable, reliable and comforting gray. Our hair fades to gentle silver, albeit for some it is sitting quietly under another...

The way I see it, there are three kinds of races that people run in their lives. If we find ourselves blessed enough to have a few people we love running beside us, it makes the trek much easier. Here is the breakdown: 1) The sprint. This is the life that ends too early; it’s someone who is just the best kind of person but seems to leave us much too soon. We run beside them and suddenly realize they are no longer with us. This is one of the most difficult races to participate in – not because we...

I have made many wonderful friends in my life; all of them seem to be able to weave in and out of time periods and situations as if on cue. They seem to be part of an elaborate, well-planned dance which I am fortunate to witness. Some of them I get to see, visit or talk to every day. Some I see rarely, and consider the gaps in our actual visits far too long. The dear ones, as you well know, are always there in your heart no matter the distance geographically or duration of talk time. Blogging, Facebook, Twitter...