Asked and answered

Desperately in need of a conversation. Not just any conversation. One about how I’m feeling. Why I’m feeling it. Inexplicable. But not really. But who? Who to put in the position of trying to understand what I’m rambling about in my mind? Journaling...

Choices, choices, choices

Lunch with two delightful women and Anne-Marie Slaughter’s  much-discussed piece in The Atlantic (Why Women Still Can’t Have It All) made for lively conversation last week. And, naturally, a column was born. Today’s Game Plan: Want Balance? Make...

A welcome dose of real

I was journaling and having a cup of coffee outside a cafe on this glorious day in Hoboken when a former client and fellow artist happened by. We began talking and I invited her to sit. And I am so happy that I did. We had a frank discussion on death and depression...

Survivor Tree

There is much to think about while walking through the 9/11 Memorial in Lower Manhattan. The obvious, of course, is the mayhem that occurred that day and the stark reality of the names etched along the massive pools representing the North and South towers. But I also...

Easy, called, soothed

On many a day I give thanks for Garrison Keillor’s The Writer’s Almanac, but every so often it speaks to me in an extra special way. This poem for me evokes the way I feel when I am sitting at the Hudson River waterfront, not among trees, but in a...