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...

There’s a hush in the garden this time of year.
Not silence exactly…
but a reverent stillness,
like the earth is breathing in pe...

The parades are over. The fireworks have fizzled out. Maybe there are still a few stray sparkler sticks in the yard or the fa...

I love the summer.  The warm rays of light, the soft breeze, the gentle sense of connection…

Let’s be real… there are things...

Last week, I asked a question on my Facebook page:

“Without mentioning political parties, tell me one thing you want for our...