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My great friend @sezinc brought me back this gorgeous mala ‬ from Turkey. I noticed it has the traditional 108 beads and then an extra 30 (which is very rare.) Extensive research (read HERE) reveals that those are for either “acquisition of wealth” or “dexterity in black magic.” Hon...

This Letter from my great friend Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy––the writer known as SARK––is so beautiful and moving, it’s worth sharing in its entirety: My most beloved partner, husband of my soul, co-author & co-teacher Dr. John Waddell, aka Mr. Wonderfull, died on March 5. He slipped away so el...

Nobody said it better: “The art of losing isn’t hard to master…” Thank you again, Elizabeth Bishop. ONE ART The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost do...

My Dad died this October 2nd. When they asked me to do the eulogy…well, I just couldn’t. (My brother did a fine job). Only after the funeral did I realize what I might have said. Growing up in the 1930s, like many Catholics, my Dad was a member of The Legion of Decency (1933-1980), an organizat...

Getting ready for Belle’s Birthday party this Sunday is a full-time job. Just finished preparing the food for the “secret” After Party. And do we think 45 helium balloons are enough? (I just don’t want to leave her scarred her from a tragic lack of attention.)

I never noticed this before until after my father’s military funeral, but it’s funny how I’m standing here while teaching yoga at the 1st Summer Solstice celebration in Times Square, basically standing military “at ease” style. I guess I inherited more from my Marine Dad than ...

My Dad died on Friday night, Oct. 2nd. Thanks for all the kind thoughts being sent my way, especially for my Mom.  

I’m an enormous fan of the pianist James Rhodes, even more so as I’m reading his remarkable memoir that encompasses abuse, breakdown and addiction. A tribute to the healing power of music, his book is poignant and painful but has continuous flashes of dark wit, even lines that made me laugh out...