A real bodhisattva of compassion
Gale and I went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art this afternoon. We were able to see the exhibit The…
Gale and I went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art this afternoon. We were able to see the exhibit The…
My last post failed to deliver the punchline. I didn’t connect my closing thoughts about patience, forbearance, and forgiveness with…
This afternoon I saw yellow sparks at the end of some forsythia branches at the Rodin Museum. I also saw…
Imagine Ruthie dropping her credit card and struggling to get up. Now imagine that Ruthie has two bad knees such…
No complaints so far about the Made in America festival. Even during Cardi B’s closing set last night, which ended…
Earlier I had mentioned that Toto left a large streak along the front of our sofa where she had been…
This morning when Toto and I arrived at the plaza below our apartment there was a family on a Sunday…
I don’t know why the color blue always seems to be associated with sadness, from the “blues” to Bobby Dylan’s…
When Anne Mei and I returned from our trip to Spain and France, a friend asked just one question, “Tell…
In one of my posts last year on the science of effortless action, I reported on a New York Times…