A positive outcome of living for several weeks with people in their eighties and nineties is an appreciation for good health. As I watched the elderly move around the building, riding scooters,...

They’re called “likes” but the icon looks like a heart so I call them “hearts.” Recently I wrapped up an online workshop that had a discussion board. It was possible to like/heart other people’s...

The other night I was lying in bed, listening to an audio course before falling asleep. It was Tara Brach’s Free Yourself From Blame & Resentment on InsightTimer.  I went through it for the...

I was gone for four weeks, tending to Mom, then came home for a week before going back. Mom said it wasn’t worth making the trip and I might as well just stay but I disagreed. It was good to go...

Last week’s post was about not seeing. This week’s is about the flipside: seeing but not changing.  It’s easy to do. Or rather, not do. I had been married for seven days. After the loneliest week of...

There is a photograph from 1860 that hangs in the elevator lobby of my condo building. Most people who look at it, if they look at it at all, probably think “That’s pretty,” or “What an interesting...