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Try Swiping Right
I saw an old friend last weekend (name and info changed.) Mary is a social worker, a few years older than I, smart and witty, quietly...


Searching for "The Roses Man"
I met “The Roses Man” when I was 5 or 6 years old, attending Franklin Elementary School in East Orange, New Jersey. I was freshly...


Tracy Chapman Trounced Me but It's OK
I was a senior at Tufts University when I entered a competition with an improbable band comprised of the Rabbi, the Dean, and two other...


If I Only. . . Or, What You Bring to Life's Picnic
In the The Wizard of Oz, little Dorothy, in her blue-checked dress, encounters a series of misfits who become friends. First, she meets...


Winning the Worst Award
Picture me at 22 years old, bright eyed with big hair and a big smile to match. I strode the campus of my college, Tufts University, with...


How I met TED
“You should do a TED talk,” a literary agent suggested, as I blinked at her. “A TED talk? What would I even talk about? And how do you...


Road Trips Are Never What We Expect
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust Guest Author: Pat Wetzel...


My Worst Fear: Public Speaking (to Nobody)
What do you do when your worst fear actually happens?


"Burn Baby Burn"
[Author note: In recognition of this back-to-school time, here is a reprint of my blog about bullying. Many children are bravely...


Happy To Be “Too Sensitive”
My mother used to tell me, “You're too sensitive.” It was a repeated refrain, deployed when I cried too long or hurt too much. She said...


A Dose of Compassion, Doctor's Orders
I have been a patient and a doctor, on both sides of the bed. I have sat with injured people, processing their trauma. I have also been...


What the Shaman Said
“The ancients knew something, which we seem to have forgotten.” Albert Einstein Life takes us interesting directions, and mine recently...


Six Calming Strategies for Dark Times
“Now is the winter of our discontent.” Although I quote Shakespeare, I really only know this line from my ninth grade obsession with the...


Come on Charlie
By Ken Giglio, guest author Every time I leave Florida and my 96-year-old father, like I did two weeks ago, I wonder how many more days...


Learning Differently or, "The Candyman Can"
Once upon a time, I gave birth to a perfect little girl, with big blue eyes and a wide smile. She exuded peace and serenity. A friend of...


What is Your Purpose?
What brings meaning to your life? I am not asking because I have the right answer. I am asking because I want you to have an answer, an...


On Giving & Receiving Criticism, or, What Dylan Said
I don’t handle criticism well. My gut reaction is usually a torrent of justification, a quick defensive shield. My throat gets hot and my...


Looking Back, Finding Meaning
I didn’t plan to visit my old house. Odd circumstances brought me there. Our friend’s mother died, and her funeral took us surprisingly...


Who Cares?
Guest Blog by Patrick Lombardi “Who cares?” my mom says. It’s her go-to response whenever someone criticizes her baked ziti or grumbles...


The Bottom of the World Bubble
Remember people? I’m not talking about your family or close friends. I’m talking humanity, unknown people. Drinking in a bar and talking...
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