A new follower on Twitter intrigues me. I’m a discerning Twitter follower. Just because you follow me, doesn’t mean I’ll follow…
“You never heart my posts on Instagram,” a dear friends complains. “I heart you in person,” I counter, perplexed. “I…
When a friend and I trekked in the Indian Himalayas a few years ago, the two words we most frequently…
Singapore’s Changi Airport is not just another airport. It is a destination onto itself. It’s Oz, the Emerald City, minus…
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…
A tarot card reader told me Gus considered himself a singer. He wasn’t barking at me when I came home,…
For my first trip to India, my expectations were low. Friends who’d traveled extensively warned me against going there. “You’ll kill…
If Lucy were a person, she’d be medicated—Zoloft, Xanax, Valium. She’d be in psychotherapy two-three times a week, multiple 12-Step…
“Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people. It will keep you cramped and insane your…
