Carol's Reflections

Journal of a Solitude

Ask me about the meaning of life, and I’ll have tons to say. Ask me if I’ve come to terms with mortality, and you’ll get a thoughtful answer complete with sub-texts. But the other day, someone asked me something that left me speechless. “Are you happy?” I wish I could

Moses–Benched

When I speak before audiences, I often ask them to picture an old woman sitting alone on a park bench. Then I ask them to share the first image/thought/impulse that pops into their mind. The younger the audience, the more likely they are to feel sorry for the lonely woman

The Tethered Boat

A few years ago, Dan and I bought a little houseboat. Dan sees it as a vehicle for adventure, captain of the high seas, although with an old engine that burns hot, we don’t go far from shore. Because of the boat, we have transformed Nashville’s humid summers from something