Basking in the gray

Walk the Line is one of those movies I can’t go past when channel surfing. Not really a fan of Johnny Cash’s music, I figure it’s because the relationship –really, courtship — between Cash and June Carter was a non-linear, non-traditional...

Knee as metaphor

I don’t often get personal in my Game Plan columns, but this week I learned a valuable lesson from a doctor visit regarding my injured knee and felt compelled to share. I write about fear a lot and it’s because I live a life — blessedly — where...

Say something

A little football-throwing incident sent me down a path and here’s what poured out. That’s the best way I can explain how this column came about. My mind went to the comments of Joseph Clementi — whose son, Tyler, was a Rutgers student who committed...

Breathing in wisdom

At the invitation of a delightful social worker, I led a discussion of a women’s group at a senior citizens center on the Upper East Side last fall. I chose the topic “solitude vs. loneliness” and I was thrilled at how much the women engaged this...

Words and clover

Other than the Irish friends I so treasure in my life, there is nothing that warms my heart from the land of green more than a bit of James Joyce. Some favorite quotes from Ulysses on this St. Patrick’s Day: Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual...