When I was a little girl, my mother made my sister and I write thank-you notes to whoever gave us a gift, large or small, on our birthdays or for the Holidays. This from early on, when writing even one word was a laborious, tongue-biting experience…

As we embark on a New Year, it can be challenging, to say the least, to look forward with enthusiasm to the coming 12 months. Just consider the state of the world! Wars, bombs, political upheavals and countries, reeling from nature’s havoc…

As the holiday season is upon us – with friends and families making plans to get together, stores filled to the rafters with gifts to give to loved ones, airports and train-stations jammed with travelers hurrying to their joyful destinations…

We’re finally traveling again as the pandemic seems to be winding down, for business or pleasure, and the airports are full to bursting. Since the airlines require us to arrive at the airport at a minimum of two hours pre-flight time, if one is fortunate…

You know that awful moment when you’re standing in the middle of the living room, wondering, “Why am I here?” No, not the existential “Why am I here?” as in your reason for living, but the more ordinary “Why did I just walk into this room?”

The phrase, “Follow your bliss,” was famously said by the author, Joseph Campbell. It seems like one of those New Age truisms that we respond to with, “Sounds nice, but who can afford to do that? Rock stars? Celebrities? Very rich people?”

Nothing seemed to be going right. My Internet gave up in the middle of a Zoom meeting, my dog – a rescue mutt still learning the house rules – peed on a freshly washed towel hanging over a chair, and the work gig I was so confident…

Have you ever watched how young children behave in an airport? Or at a zoo? They race around the place, their desperate parents trying valiantly to corral them, often a toddler stumble-walking behind, hoping to catch up with the fun…

Ever think about how much time you spend sitting each and every day? Right now, as I am on yet another airplane flying to yet another consulting gig, I am trapped in my seat, belted in for the three-hour flight, like it or not…

There was a time – not that long ago, really – when my Dad’s day started with reading the newspaper. The one that got tossed on the front lawn bright and early every morning. After work, he would catch up with the day’s events by watching the evening news…