As we face the COVID-19 Pandemic, we’re all making preparations to keep ourselves safe, like stocking up on medical supplies and food, practicing social distancing, and being vigilant about handwashing. But what are we doing to protect our mental health?
Want to magicify your life, but not sure where to begin? The beginning is an excellent place! Continue reading “Make Room for Magic”
Full disclosure: I’m not an actual magician. Continue reading “Magicify Your Life”
For a while there, multitasking was the buzzword for success. Women could have it all — career, marriage, kids, friends, hobbies, beauty — through the magic of multitasking. But like shoulder pads and greed and everything else that “worked” in the ’80s, it turns out cramming a thousand things into every single moment is actually a pretty bad thing.
Continue reading “The Magic of Multitasking and Other Lies We Tell Ourselves”
When the sound of my crying wakes my husband Lex in the middle of the night, it’s usually because I’ve read something incredibly sad on the internet. Abused animals, hungry children, acts of unimaginable violence — somehow, the most depressing news of the day always finds me.
“Where do you get these stories?” he asks. “Are you on the Sad Internet again?”
Friend via text: How have you been?
Me: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”
Friend: That quote feels familiar…?
(Charles Dickens rolls in his grave.)
Everyone loves Betty White. From her brilliantly dumb portrayal of Rose Nyland on “The Golden Girls” to her game show appearances and animal activism, she’s built a reputation as a respected actress who doesn’t take herself too seriously.
Continue reading “Don’t Wait Until You’re Old to Be Like Betty White”
Recently, a friend mentioned in passing that she’d written a review for my book, “The Name of the Game.” I hadn’t even realized she’d read the book, let alone left a glowing review. I thanked her and apologized for not acknowledging it earlier.
Then I had to admit an awkward truth: I don’t read reviews. At least not anymore.
Continue reading “I Am Not a Jackass Whisperer: Why I Don’t Read Reviews”
The weight of the world is heavy, so we sometimes take refuge at our local Unitarian Universalist Church. It’s not a place of preaching, but one of teaching, questioning, reflecting, learning. When the minister speaks, it feels less like listening to a sermon are more like sitting by a campfire chatting with a funny, wise professor.
