In 1980, in a yoga class, on my jade green mat, in a softly lit studio with gentle music playing, I found a way to quiet, even with a loud mind whirling like a ceiling fan, and living in a country which thundered and raged like now. The teacher said, “Gradually something will ground you… Continue Reading
My grandmothers had told me they were thrilled when women were granted the right to vote. My mother’s mother said, “women unable to vote made no sense to me. It is such a privilege, so important. I would never miss it.” My father’s mother said, “I cried the first time I voted. We matter. You’ll… Continue Reading
Even though I wrote this only a week ago, today it feels like old news, and yet ever-true. I am heartbroken still for this and for new reasons this week. On Friday night, as we watched Thursday night’s taped version of Jimmy Fallon, we slouched on the soft sofa, laughed and ignored unidentified calls. But… Continue Reading
What if we can control only how and on what we focus? Could we pay attention to what is not wrong, to what and who we love? That awareness opens doors to gratitude. Gratitude softens anxiety’s grip. What if, when complaining about the unpleasant is easy, we turn our thoughts toward what’s pleasant and away,… Continue Reading
Here is an essay adapted from my soon-to-be-released book, GRANDKIDS AS GURUS: LESSONS FOR GROWNUPS. Many of us learn about children. We read about parenting classes, about nursing, about potty training, about how to get kids to read. But for years I have been learning from children. One Friday night, Anna, a babysitter, read “Good Night Moon” to my… Continue Reading
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