As a very small child, I thought nobody had grandparents. I have an early memory of a TV special about what I now know to be the mythical practice of senicide in Japan: an elderly woman carried to a desolate mountaintop in winter by her son, and left there to die. I...
What do I do with a day when I don’t have to wake up in the dark? After a lazy morning of Sudoko, the news, and a breakfast that seamlessly connected me to my Jewish roots (it included coffee with cardamom , smoked herring, and olives), I decided I needed to...
Last week, as the first International AIDS Conference held in the United Sates in two decades was kicking off at the DC Convention Center, a yoga teacher and his boyfriend were brutally attacked less than two miles away in what appears to be a hate crime. The teacher,...
The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind. – Kahlil Gibran Maybe it’s the time of year where the calendar creates a trackable milestone, but in the past week, two...
Some of you have asked what other than my need for sleep and privacy did I learn about during my recent incursion into the world of yoga therapy. It’s funny because since coming home from part one of my yoga therapy training (part two is next August), I’ve...
Had a fabulous and intense time at the International Women’s Writing Guild Annual Conference where I led a daily workshop called Pen & Pose, moving participants through breath and postures and writing prompts. Thanks to the perfect New England weather, we...
