I wrote on my Facebook page: “I want no monuments to myself.
When I die, I’m a little teapot; pour me out.” Indeed, the thought was inspired by current news events. People I don’t want to emulate. But not just that— that point isn’t really my focus here. As Maya Angelou wrote, “People will forget what … Read more

I saw these sweet feet with the “take care” ink. It made me think. Without much thought, we recite it like a robot. Rote, it’s more like “buh-bye” or “See ya.” Seeing the tattoo, I read the letters and learned something new: Take as in receive; take care from others. Take care of others; Take … Read more

Yesterday: I’m stuck in LA traffic, deep in thought about how—in the formative years and beyond—a sense of belonging is the linchpin. Without it, the wheels can come off and often do. My private thoughts are a quiet acknowledgment and a lament. I don’t know how many miles of The Five I drove in this … Read more

Long before I knew what tangled-up spaghetti really was, I loved this quote: “Life is like a bowl of spaghetti; it’s good even when it’s all tangled up.” –Anonymous It’s been on my counter or a shelf for what, thirty years, maybe? Forty? Packed into a box through how many moves? I don’t know. But … Read more

Yesterday I headed to the cheap massage because, as a rule, this day spa is a good bang for the buck. I typically like a deep tissue massage. My normal therapist was off, so I tried someone new. I chose her because when the receptionist listed the names of available massage therapists, I chose Grace … Read more

My understanding is that the voice saying “Some things can only be seen through eyes that are crying” during the emotional Knicks’ celebration at the end of last night’s game was ESPN analyst Richard Jefferson. The words sounded familiar, so I jotted them down. The original quote is attributed to Oscar A. Romero: “There are … Read more

Heading northwest along the winds and twists of Santiago Canyon Road, I was less than a quarter mile from the trailhead when I noticed a man on the opposite side of the street, wielding a hoe and clearing an area around what looked like a wooden cross. I saw tools, supplies, and flowers. I stopped … Read more

I’ve been getting religious about starting my day with twenty minutes in the hot tub ‘cause these here bones are getting creaky. I’ve self-prescribed this routine, an early-morning soak, as self-care and a bubbly PT session for my ever-stiffening muscles. Maybe I’ve heeded too much of Hunter S. Thompson’s advice to squeeze as much juice … Read more

My vantage point was from the backseat of an Uber: Ahead, a tiny 8 in. by 2 in. frame of Joey’s “mind.” This rearview mirror captured only the driver’s forehead—one that looked like my son’s. The missing detail was the faint scar Joey earned while trying to walk before he could talk. The trip to … Read more

  “Never compare your insides to everyone else’s outsides.” ― Anne Lamott “I know that.”—Nathan Thurm     A few weeks ago, a beautiful, present, insightful friend sent me this podcast episode. I forgot about it until a few minutes ago, when I finally listened. Interesting timing, because I watched the Martin Short documentary, “Marty, Life … Read more