If you’ve been reading my blog for any length of time, you’ve probably noticed that in recent weeks I’ve been writing from a ...

There are days when the air hums with tension, and the constant stream of headlines, opinions, and arguments buzzes in my ner...

The fluorescent lights always feel too bright in the waiting room. A stack of outdated magazines leans on the table; their pa...

The morning light was just beginning to slip through the space under the blind when I reached for my phone. I told myself it ...

You might wonder why I’m writing about midlife more often when I am a decade past it. The answer is simple: It was the hardes...

The neighborhood is quieter this week.  The kids are back in school.

We’re taught to think summer ends the moment school bel...

I was once in a very serious meeting. The room was heavy with tension, the kind you can almost taste in the air. Everyone sat...

Every once in a while, my dad’s number pops up unexpectedly on my phone. Maybe it happens because I’ve tapped something witho...

Change has a curious way of working on us. It reshapes our experience of life, pulling at the roots of things we didn’t know ...

I didn’t know I was beginning menopause.

That may sound strange, considering I’ve guided people through spiritual initiation...