Embracing Each and Every Birthday The Many Gifts of Age This Thursday, March 3rd is my birthday. Yay! I will be 57. Yikes. That’s a biggish number. It’s entering the late 50s, with 60 in the not-so-distant horizon. It’s a number that, in my younger years,…
I recently reached out to my Zen teacher Diane. I was frustrated, yet again, grappling with a very old issue around self-acceptance. Despite my many years of personal growth efforts, this ancient and sticky issue keeps showing up. As Diane and I only talk intermittently,…
One of my father’s most precious, lasting gifts was his beautiful maxim on living a meaningful life. His motto on meaningful living was “To be of genuine significance to another person.” I got goosebumps and was speechless the first time he shared these words with…
I began writing this blog while my 89-year-father was in the ICU. In early May, he was diagnosed with metastatic cancer and weeks later his health began to rapidly decline. A day after my hasty arrival in New Orleans, an ambulance whisked him away for…