What the World Needs
If you watch this all the way to the end, you will understand why there is hope for us as a species.
read moreOf Thee I Sing
I recently realized that my lifetime struggles with singing mirror exactly my lifetime struggles with self-acceptance and self-expression. What a cliché. From the age of 5 or 6, singing was a source of joy, of wings for me. Apparently, my rendition at the age of 6 of My Favorite...
Magnet
Torn through bone and flesh, This heart that swelled awake and started beating rhythm for my breath When it felt the tug, electro-magnetic, Now wrenched out of space and time. It hears the call of its master, mercilessly pulled To narrow halls, stuffed birds, spinach mash and evensong. To...
On Being a Tortoise
“I was the tortoise.” My father announced this at the dinner table one day, after one discussion led to another, and ultimately to Aunt Betty and Uncle Gene. My father, Stanley, was a man of few words, except when he was telling a story. When he was telling...
The Surprise Plate
There have been a few things about raising my children I have been a genius at, though, to be honest, these were more of the my-god-they-are-such-gullible-newbies variety and not so much of the I-must-get-them-to-understand-this variety. My most genius invention was the surprise plate. Even more so than the secret...
What’s wrong with navel-gazing anyway?
Some people use the accusation of “gazing at your own navel” to dismiss a self-exploratory mental exercise as useless, self-indulgent, narcissistic, or worse, primitive. Something an ape might do. But an ape doesn’t ruminate as we do, not about its navel or anything else, and so I reject that characterization. [Read More]