Physician, heal thyself.
This afternoon I saw yellow sparks at the end of some forsythia branches at the Rodin Museum. I also saw…
This afternoon I saw yellow sparks at the end of some forsythia branches at the Rodin Museum. I also saw…
In a recent episode of the Rocco Schiavone detective series, the medical examiner addresses the corpse of a murder victim…
My last post mentioned an Italian cop. Today I want to write about an Italian who spent ten years in…
I don’t know the Italian word for “mensch,” but Rocco Schiavone is a mensch. He’s the detective in the eponymous…
A friend re-posted this on FB yesterday for MLK day. This reminded me of an experience I had…
This past Thursday was a day of contrasts. It began with a fellow meditator referring us to Thich Nhat Hanh’s talk…
Note how I ended Part 1 of this post. I did not say that “once I have no self, then…
Some years ago I posted a story about one of the times I landed in the middle of a media firestorm…
Most of my emails and phone calls in 2020 have ended with urging “Stay safe. Stay well.” So I end…
Saba is the Swahili word for “seven.” Saba Saba, July 7, the 7th day of the 7th month is a…