“You never heart my posts on Instagram,” a dear friends complains. “I heart you in person,” I counter, perplexed. “I…
Essays
When a friend and I trekked in the Indian Himalayas a few years ago, the two words we most frequently…
Last May, I stood aloft on the trapeze platform at Circus Warehouse in New York, holding the trapeze bar, my body…
November has always been the toughest month of the year for me. In the Northeast, where I grew up and…
I’ve always hated St. Patrick’s Day. Growing up in a small, parochial, predominantly Irish town, St. Patrick’s Day and its…
On the 4th anniversary of Let’s Move!—Michelle Obama’s initiative to stamp out childhood obesity—this week, journalists and bloggers were invited to…
A card from a dear friend arrived in my mail last week. Inside the card—which read, Don’t question. Just accept.—was…
“If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough.” ―Meister Eckhart I woke up this morning…
In taking up flying trapeze as a hobby, the most humbling aspect for me is to be continually confronted with…
Chia seeds entered my life through providence. Mistaking them for black quinoa in the bulk bins of Whole Foods, I…
