All this speculation about Michelle Obama’s angry expression is ridiculous, because I happen to know – based on my own close and intimate non-friendship with Mrs. Obama, whom I have never met — exactly what she was thinking.
There is a liturgy to grief, an entire calendar of solemn commemorations juxtaposed with joyful memories.
We know the primary school version . . . but where did Thanksgiving really come from? And why did it take more than 200 years for it to become a national holiday?
It’s easy to lash out in an immature fashion when we feel we’ve been unfairly judged. I’ve got three strategies for dealing with this, the last one inspired by President Lincoln.
My college classmate Ji Hyang Padma, now a Zen leader, walks beginners through the first steps of meditation practice in “Living the Season.”
Thank you, thank you to all the people who have followed The Twible from its beginnings as a quirky little Twitter novelty to its fruition as a full-fledged book. The book is out today!
“Trauma cancer” isn’t a real medical diagnosis, but it is certainly an emotional one. It’s a reminder of how quickly our lives can change. And the changes are irrevocable as the stuff of nightmares becomes our new, unwelcome waking truth.
People don’t assume that accountants will do their taxes for free, or that a doctor will diagnose them for free. Why do we ask writers to give advice for free?
Considering that Facebook offers so many options (friend or acquaintance? Some or all updates?), the stark alternative — “I don’t want this person’s voice in my life anymore at all” — can be hurtful.