I have always believed that life gives us little nudges when we need them. Sometimes they show up as a gentle whisper in the breeze as I walk Rigby in the park. And sometimes it's a mishap so ridiculous you can’t help but laugh. Like showing up for pickleball league last night, pulling off my sweatpants, only to realize I forgot to put on my shorts. Lately, as I’ve been working through the first full edit of my retirement book, I’ve realized that most of the wisdom I have col

For me, fall is a season of reflection. Maybe it’s the falling leaves that signal the end of a cycle. Perhaps it’s the subtle hint of cooler air settling over Central New York. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the road I’m traveling on now. The distant shimmer of red and gold on the hillsides feels familiar, like a favorite song I’ve heard a thousand times before but still don’t skip. This past week, I found myself on Interstate 81, somewhere between Binghamton, NY, and Scranton, P