Last night, at my great friend and muse Cristy Candler‘s birthday party for her five year-old Chihuahua Lola –– which consisted of about 8 people and 9 dogs (I think)  I was reminded of how much love our dogs give us constantly and unconditionally. Here’s something I wrote in UPWARD DOG that ex...

Since I’ve always defined myself as primarily a writer, with that comes a self-image of someone who’s more or less behind the scenes, crafting words which other people read and/or perform, but who exists mostly as an image on a book jacket –– one that gets updated every five to ten years. Basically, I’m in...

Mid-afternoon on December 31st, I played a game of Transformation with two very beautiful ladies who are two of my dearest friends — Broadway star Cristy Candler and writer/poet/yogi Sarah Herrington — and a wonderful photographer I’d just met. Towards the end of the game, I got these ...

Somewhere sailing the Tasman Sea between Australia and New Zealand, I played my first game of TRANSFORMATION with the Bestselling (Transformational) Author & Artist SARK and my dear, dear friend Leslie. A board game for 2 to 4 players created by the mystical Findhorn community in Scotland in 1978, TR...

There’s an old Zen Proverb: If you don’t have time to meditate for 15 minutes … Then you need to meditate for an hour! All summer I’ve maintained a very steady meditation practice of 20 minutes every morning. (Although honestly, it’s not like there’s any enlightenment r...

There was a time when I was quite faithful to my blogging. For almost two years, every single day –– except for minor exceptions like Major Surgery –– I wrote something. Lately though –– with all the demands of my novel’s release (including numerous guest posts and...

When I’m directing, I have mixed feelings about improv. Sydney Lumet said it best –– and I’m totally paraphrasing –– but something like, “Do people really think the line that someone makes up on the spot is going to be better than the one the writer spent endless t...

I admit to being a huge fan of Neil Gaiman’s novels. In fact, I downloaded OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE immediately, longing for a few coherent hours to devour it.  I can’t wait to get lost in his writing. But here’s the thing that REALLY mystifies me: his twitter omnipresence. First, let...

One of the Grand-Daddies of all meditations is the “So Hum” one –– “I Am That” –– breathing in on “So” (silently) and exhaling on “hum” (silently). And that’s all well and good and ancient, but given that this has been one of the roughest weeks I’...