Category Archives: Life Coaching

There is a lot going on right now. Today, in my little corner of the world, the movers came. The next time I see the kids’ photos, my quilted rocking chair, and Seamus Heaney will be in Tel Aviv. Exciting. Also heavy. And hard. Change. Never easy. And SCOTUS. I’m not going to write aboutContinue reading “Some Wind, Some Rain, Some Tears…”

What is the sound of one hand clapping? My husband often poses this question at the dinner table, after which our children flail around moving hands and arms to try and create a sound or action that resembles a clap. But, inevitably they are unsuccessful, because a clap requires the striking of two hands together.Continue reading “The Final Wisdom”

Recently, I came across Audre Lorde’s Questionnaire to Oneself. Of the four questions, all of which are interesting and thought-provoking, it’s number three that really gets me: What are the tyrannies you swallow day by day and attempt to make your own, until you will sicken and die of them, still in silence? [List asContinue reading “Tyrannies”

Allowing Means Allowing Allowing means allowing, says Pema Chodron, when teaching a meditation that encourages the practitioner to sit with all that is. Allowing not just the good thoughts and sensations. But all that arises—all the fear and shame and insecurity. And not to try to fix it. Or transform it. Or judge it. JustContinue reading “Allowing Means Allowing”

I am sure that most of you can finish the famous line of Johnny Lee’s 1980’s Country Music hit. Because, we’ve all done it. We’ve all looked for love in all the wrong places. So where is the right place? We can refer to another famous song by the great Whitney Houston, The Greatest LoveContinue reading “Looking for love…”

I spent part of yesterday wandering slowly through the Museum of Modern Art in New York. I say it is my favorite museum, not just because of the artwork it holds or the magnificence of the internal space or even for the endless windows that you can sit in front of and gaze out toContinue reading “Standing Horse”

I saw this painted on a building a few days ago, and it stopped me in my tracks. And it made me think about my daughters, and all the daughters. Physical safety and protection. And then generally about responsibility, not solely in regard to a woman’s right to feel safe in her own body andContinue reading “Responsibility”

Yesterday, just before conferring university degrees to my daughter and her fellow soon-to-be-graduates, the Resident Dean of her dorm recited a poem. These were the words, she reminded the students and parents, that she sent to the students, before they moved into the dorm, and these were the last words she wanted to leave themContinue reading “Miracles Walking”

I have spent the last few days helping my youngest unpack and set up her new Brooklyn apartment. And what a trip down memory lane! Especially when she started going through old journals. When she stopped to read and reminisce. When I was 11, I read “The Diary of Anne Frank”. And even before finishingContinue reading “Spoils”

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about transition. Endings and beginnings. Every ending is also a beginning. Still, as I was filling boxes yesterday with my daughter’s books and mementos and clothes to take to her new apartment in NYC, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of…I don’t know, bittersweet joy/sorrow/pride. So proud ofContinue reading “Art”