Edward

I wildly miscalculated the biggest drama of the week. Namely, I was geared up for the penultimate playdatefor Vlad and his “business partner” Moon. Moon is the German Shepard mix who along with Vlad, Miku, and Chase form the informal pack of most Fetch-Driven Hunting Dogs. You see, without consult...

It’s not essential to the story but it’ll be helpful if you understand I’m writing about the cutest 6 year-old ever. This is definitely augmented by Jesse’s often wearingSpiderman costumes and that––although he initially seemed confused by the name “Vlad”–he totally loves my dog. During the sch...

It’s hard to believe I began this tradition in 2007, something that feels like several lifetimes ago. Since then it’s taken place all across this hemisphere, from NYC’s Lower East Side to its Upper West, from Los Angeles to Florida, from San Francisco to Seattle, and now to hipster Bushwick. It’s al...

My mother insists that I was meant to be born on the Fourth of July. However since her doctor had planned a golf vacation for that weekend and I was already way past her due date, my birth was induced on July 2nd instead. Frankly, I think this accounts for my life-long feeling of being slightly out-o...

This guided meditation is 6 minutes long with an extra 4 minutes more of music by my talented friend David Buchs You can stream it here or download in the link below. Click toDownload

Mostly, I thought “Command” might be my undoing. There was also one Saturday morning where the letter A kept repeating itself but autocorrect was pretty much able to adjust that as I typed. No such tech help came last week, however. Even though four years of newsletters, online courses, and god kn...

Invite HERE I was surprised that I was surprised. It seemed like an easy enough question. And yet I found myself unexpectedly at a loss for an answer. You see, I recently enrolled in a very high-end marketing program. Each month there’s a group call entitled “Needs & Leads.” Since I’m...

Charles Dickens understood it well: As the opening of A Tale of Two Cities reminds us: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” Nowhere was this more true than this past week as NYC experienced apocalyptic, Blade Runner skies. Vlad seemed to sorta understand that since the smoke l...

When it happened, I wasn’t prepared. It was an honor far beyond anything I could ever have anticipated. In fact, no one could have. That’s because the gift itself––and the inherent responsibility––hadn’t even existed the day before. Namely, this week I was chosen to receive the spare key to a v...