Watching locals dance traditional Greek dances in the village square on Friday night, I point to a giant sycamore tree with the year "1812" carved into it, the one my great-grandmother Irene definitely danced and sat and flirted under when she was a teenager, and say t...

"Fear-based generalizations about different groups of people can promote racism."

The words gaze up at me, guileless and sincere, from a personal email on my phone screen. 

Instantly, they register as true. 

And, my respected friend and colleague, a woman for wh...

Yesterday, after marinated grilled pork tenderloin with brown shallot-garlic sauce and roasted sweet potatoes and heaps of salad; after chocolate mousse cake and ice cream and cookies and baklava; after coffee and wine and coffee again; while the rain pattered on the r...

When you meet a friend or acquaintance's other for the first time, there comes a moment when every dutiful woman will ask the requisite question: 

"So, how did you two MEET?"

And the way in which the person answers this question tells you SO MUCH about how...

I am sitting, propped on a pillow, legs crossed, eyes closed; gently bringing my awareness back to my breath and body each time it wanders off to investigate a thought. 

This (aka meditation; aka "putting the puppy back on the papers") is the first thing...