Last weekend, I set off for a walk with no destination in mind. I prodded myself up a steep hill, then another, and then made a few turns—not my usual route. As I ambled along, a woman who lived at the bottom of yet another hill came to mind. She and I had belonged to a Moms-and-babies group many years ago and our grown sons are still good friends. We’ve spoken on the phonea few times but I rarely see her, partly because she’s battling a serious illness.
I enjoy walking through neighborhoods...
Published on January 12, 2016 04:00