Pizza, pasta, cornetto, gelato. Mangia, mangia! When asked what he liked best about Italy by a fellow tourist, my grandson, Dian, didn’t...

Driving home at dusk last night, I started up the I-70 ramp from 6th Avenue when I noticed the traffic was stopped, and people were...

This blog is dedicated to the memory of Kay Pride, colleague, mentor and beloved friend, who was a master at making and maintaining...

As I share adventures with my grandkids, I have learned so much about them and myself. During my most recent adventure with Selam to...

The 59th Street Bridge Song, (Feelin’ Groovy), Simon and Garfunkel Note: This blog is dedicated to my best friend from Brooklyn College,...

Touring the Golda Meir House in Denver last weekend after just reading a biography about her,* exposed me to a woman who not only was a...

I am currently engrossed in two very powerful nonfiction books, “The Myth of Normal,” by Dr. Gabor Maté and Michelle Obama’s “The Light...

On the same November day, I attended (virtually) two classes with common themes. In the first, by the News Literacy Project, they...

In the last couple of weeks, I’ve lost three dear friends. I am in a state of pain and sorrow. And I am in a place of awe and gratitude...

Close your eyes. Imagine losing your rights. You have to put on your yellow armband before you leave the house in the morning. Now your...

Every day I walk my dogs in the neighborhood, down a tree-lined mountain road dotted with lovely homes, each unique. Last year, a...

I had cataract surgery on my right eye last week; the left one was done in 2015. For the first time ever, I can drive without glasses. My...

It’s official. I don’t have to take off my shoes at the airport anymore! (Confession: I’m hoping that the TSA agent cards me on my next...

Cold, dark, damp As the raindrops soak into the hungry soil, The fear seeps into the shadow side. I sit by the fireplace, aching for its...

I have witnessed hemorrhaging teens being carried into an ambulance while sobbing classmates looked on. I have been in school rooms where...

“It’s my job to ask. It’s your job to say no.” I learned that essential life teaching from a local television reporter who asked my boss...

“The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear.” Rumi Playing a word game on my iPhone one night, I had an “ah ha” moment: The...

It’s still snow season here in Colorado. Yet the other night, I had the opportunity to practice RAIN. This practice of radical compassion...

Truth, in all its complexity, was the topic of this year’s Mussar Institute virtual kallah (conference). I had opportunities to look at...

I plumped up my pillow, sat on the bed and pulled the fluffy down comforter over my body, leaving my arms free. Opening my journal, I...