A few days ago, something happened that made my day but got me thinking. I was entering a building, when a man, who was nearby, came over an

I don’t want to look back on my life and think ‘I should have’. I’ve had this attitude since I was a child. My Italian-American grandmother called me a “ruffiana” which means “a free spirit”. One cannot tie a “ruffiana” down. I wanted to experience life, much to the chagrin of my mother. She wanted to protect me from harm. To me that meant missing out on the things that were calling my name. To this day, it amazes me that even though I was shy, I was fearless. Diving In