I remember a time when phones were connected to walls, and the way we received information was from a knock on the door of our home, the...

“She has your nose”, I said. “Poor her.” “Your nose is perfect.”  “You’re my mother, you have to say that.”   My daughter held up a...

When my children fell, I fell with them. When they were in despair, I despaired too. I stayed awake many nights worried. I talked about...

The five of us sat in our homes on opposite sides of the country looking at a screen.  I set up the sibling zoom meeting for the purpose...

I remarried in October of 2007, after being a single mother for seven years. That first Christmas, everything the kids asked for, their...

“It’s all here, Mom.” My son Christopher would say, when looking up at the stars. “What is?” I’d ask “This. Life. The real part. You are...

When pendulums swing far to the north, they are sure to swing just as far to the south because, according to the laws of physics, every...

Why does a story need conflict and resolution to be accepted or desired? I’ve been told if people are to engage in the story, it must...

Yogic philosophy teaches that we think, speak, and act in a non-harmful way. In Sanskrit it is called (Ahimsa). I've learned that what...

Because Mom didn’t do the allowance thing, I took a job delivering the Philadelphia Inquirer. It seemed simple enough. “It’s easy.”  The...

Before I became a yoga instructor and massage therapist, I worked in restaurants and doctor's offices. In each of these places, I was...

I look down at my Lab mix, Millie and tell her, loud enough so that my husband hears, “I know, Millie. It’s OK. Thank God you have Mommy....

Two days ago, I met my friend for breakfast. We became friends when we were young and didn’t know about life, but thought we did. We were...

Arms draped by my side, palms facing up, feet relaxed, my eyes grab the light sneaking in from the sunroof of the yoga studio, after an...

Thursday mornings usually bustled with twenty women, and two men, rushing to find their space in the yoga room where they could lay down...

“Quiet strength,” is often a compliment given to those who hold their emotions and worries inside, especially men., But is this a true...

“What They Don’t Tell You about Hurricanes.”  By Phillip Gerard, is a deeply touching, firsthand account of what it’s like to live...

Fifteen years ago, when I became a yoga teacher, I loved the creativity involved in planning my classes by blending the right songs and...

Twelve years ago, my friend, Mandy, asked me if I could recommend a therapist that might work with her. I was happy to introduce her to...

The sun woke up today, and I did too.  Birds chirp outside the window to my left, while my old dog Jack sinks into the heated blanket at...