I work with the human body, but I must admit I’m not as well-versed in anatomy as I would like to be. I listen with my hands and can feel some amazing things – when …Read More →
Posts in the Category: Life
The clocks have been turned back, the nights are getting longer, and I’m here to make the case for darkness. It’s futile to resist. It’s always there – the necessary counterpart to light — woven …Read More →
I’m sitting down to write about “holding space” – the act of being present for others in a non-judgemental way – and lo and behold, who shows up but my father. He’s at the kitchen …Read More →
It all started with a bit of serendipity.
Several months ago I published a blog about expressive writing and received a comment from a total stranger. The kind gentleman suggested that I might …Read More →
I curse. What can I tell you. I try not to do it in truly inappropriate situations.
I speak two languages. This gives me multiple ways to be profane. I don’t consciously choose, but if I …Read More →
My mother worked in a bra factory. For much of her adult life, she was a pattern marker for Maidenform, the women’s underwear manufacturer, which was (and I believe still is) headquartered in our hometown in …Read More →
When I was a senior in college, my professors nominated me for a Rhodes Scholarship. I was skeptical, to say the least. I was nothing like the Harvard or Yale students who typically win the …Read More →
I was bullied when I was a kid. It wasn’t a “thing” back then – there was no special counseling, no National Bullying Prevention Center, no stopbullying.gov. It wasn’t even really called bullying – at …Read More →
I’m a notebook freak. I buy them whenever I come across them. Spiral-bound or stapled; hardcover or soft; all sizes, shapes, and colors; extra points if the cover makes me laugh. I prefer them with …Read More →
I’m lucky. I can walk to work. I go up the street past two cafés and a bakery, then down a long flight of stairs that cuts through a park built into a hillside; down …Read More →