I just spent three consecutive days volunteering at two local events. In less than two weeks, a fundraising event which I chair will be very dependent on over 60 volunteers. I thought about this juxtaposition quite frequently while I went about performing my volunteer duties. Volunteering – helping others meet their goals – is extremely […]
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I have had two yoga lives. The first was learning the practice; the second was living by practicing. My first yoga life began over a decade ago in Chicago when a work colleague/dear friend and I began taking a weekly beginner’s class. As I became more familiar with the different postures, my confidence and comfort
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Several months ago, a group of women from my PD support group approached me with an opportunity. How about a fishing trip? That was not on my bucket list and I had never wanted to fish. However, the opportunity to spend time with a special group of people was something I could never pass up.
I just returned from an eleven-day, ten-night road trip – the great American experience. Was I on a vision quest? No. I didn’t return with any spiritual awakening or thoughts of changing my way of life. I did come back with some great pictures, new friendships and a renewed appreciation for this country’s beauty. Mainly,
I decided to retire early. I had the money and a license to practice pharmacy, so it wasn’t risky to quit early and enjoy life while I was still in good health. On the second day, I was eager to get back to work. Now what? I decided to try my hand at fundraising. Nope,
Like so many of you, getting my diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease was both a relief and devastating. Unlike most people who get the diagnosis, I was more equipped to deal with it. I watched my dad (and mom) take on the challenge of the disease. Additionally, I am a pharmacist by training and have spent
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It was about three years ago when I got the official diagnosis from the Movement Disorder Specialist. It came fairly quickly from him. It took me about two years to get to that point. Like most of you reading this blog, I knew something was ‘off’. I dragged my left leg. I couldn’t sign my
