A nourishing conversation reminiscent of My Dinner With Andre.
I have been a career journalist who has written for numerous publications and sites for decades and it still blindsides me at times when someone isn’t thrilled to have me write for them. Ego? Perhaps. Imposter Syndrome? Definitely. I tell myself if I am all that and a bag of chips, I would land all…
Peace. Social Justice. Music. Michael Franti.
Halloween memories dancing on either side of life and death.
When Julian Lennon and the Bliss Mistress crossed paths.
A member’s judgement about the ‘Judgment Free Zone’.
Random meanderings approaching 61.
An archetypal work of art.
When dolls are gender neutral toys.
Fist Pumps, high fives, and cheers for two who rose above.
Our children should not be targets.
Pondering the phenomenon of the ‘man bun’.
A look back 18 years later.
How trusting in the Highest Good outcome brings a sense of peace in our lives.
Many years ago, when my now 32-year-old son was in the throes of adolescent indifference about organization and neatness, I came up with what I call The House Rules. His cleanliness standards were far afield from mine and I got tired of nagging him about putting the dishes in the dishwasher, rather than leaving them…