I’m good enough. Swimming through the myriad thoughts I am having are: When people ask me these days, how are you? My response is always good enough. And it is true. My years ahead are far fewer than those behind me. I have friends who are dear to me. My health is relatively good – some stiffness, some reduced capacity, still enjoy riding my bike, looking forward to swimming again, plus I have newfound clarity…
My friend, Kat, introduced me to an album that is on repeat in my head, in my car, on my phone – Cleo Sol’s Gold album. Let me break this down for you: The first song on the album is There Will Be No Crying. Here is some of the lyrics from this song: The light, it covers me‘Cause I just wanna be somebodyDarling, we‘Cause sometimes you need, someoneI just wanna feel something real I…
I began writing my blog in 2004, because my work as an investigative journalist on Wall Street had consumed me. I was desperate for a creative outlet. I was writing elsewhere – morning journaling, a couple of essays on Medium: ode to my truck, the challenge of parenting my son. But it just seemed each time I would come back to my blog. Entries in a blog have a feeling of smoke and mirrors to…
As long ago as October of 2007, I was in Istanbul and my friend’s neighbor read my fortune from a teacup. We sat in the living room, on the ground floor of an apartment building that faced the Bosporous Sea, and this woman clucked her tongue in Turkish, your heart has no roads in, it is blocked solid. I will attest to the fact that it remained this way for too long a time. It…
Over the last 24 hours, I have spoken to loved ones about connection. A friend trying to connect with her husband of decades, a mother trying to connect with her adult son, and a friend trying to connect with her sister. The building blocks of relationships are never clean – cuts are made, slights are stored, memories accumulate – and it seems nigh impossible to have a beginner’s mind with so much history calcified. I’m…