I’m home in Pennsylvania for a few days, to celebrate my mother n’ law’s birthday. Just long enough for me to slip back into my Western Pennsylvania slang, dropping the “th” from words and calling everyone yinz.

“Yinz wanna go up ‘ere and drink an Iron?”

I read a post yesterday from a life-long fitness guru who talked about finally realizing one day that he didn’t have to spend every waking moment trying to “move the needle forward.”

“I want to be brave again.”

These words, when she spoke them aloud, stopped me in my tracks.