Category: Love

Pep talk to get out of bed when it hurts like hell

Pep talk to get out of bed when it hurts like hell
Some mornings are worse than others. There are days when I wake up before dawn with a cramp hardening the calf muscle on my left leg into a rigid burl, knotted and gnarled. My grimace is a combination of agony, familiarity and resignation; it is not my first time on the rack watching the ratchet... Read more »

My granddaughter, a girl in braids and a boy in a red sweater end violence in America

My granddaughter, a girl in braids and a boy in a red sweater end violence in America
Amanda Gorman’s poem, “The Hill We Climb,” was a highlight of the 2021 inauguration. It inspired both sides of the political spectrum with its lyrical vision “to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.” Who would have thought that poetry could be the force that unites a country and... Read more »

Swimming in the ocean when there is no ocean

Swimming in the ocean when there is no ocean
Last year at this time Arlene and I were vacationing in Ixtapa, Mexico having rented a gorgeous condominium overlooking the Pacific Ocean. We were re-charging, self-care to the max. This year we’re house bound, self-isolating, currently overlooking about twelve inches of snow and lathering on Tiger Balm after shoveling a path for the mailman. And... Read more »
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“We must end this uncivil war” (President Joe Biden)

“We must end this uncivil war” (President Joe Biden)
The president’s inaugural address was inspiring. As I listened to his speech, I felt hopeful and positive about the future. For a few moments, the slow creep of fear that had sunk into my bones vanished. Optimism replaced the poisonous atmosphere that had given the country’s alt right room to grow and normalize. The words... Read more »

When two people merge into one, it is a moving lyric in a ballad, but not a formula for happiness

When two people merge into one, it is a moving lyric in a ballad,  but not a formula for happiness
The danger of a loving marriage is losing sight of love for one’s self. True love is understanding how to be independent, together. Perhaps that surprises you. The most often heard mantra for a happy marriage is to put yourself second because as the common advice goes, when you start caring for your spouse more... Read more »

As an old dog, I confirm it’s difficult to learn new tricks. But nobody is scoring; we don’t need a perfect ten.

As an old dog, I confirm it’s difficult to learn new tricks. But nobody is scoring; we don’t need a perfect ten.
I was a whiz at memorizing when I was a boy. Learning came easy thanks to a near-photographic mind. I could literally close my eyes and visualize the pages I had read. In high school I breezed through my role in the senior play, never dropping a cue. Same ability in college, ace-ing exams by... Read more »
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I resurrect my brother after 75 years gone and oddly, I see him more clearly than ever before

I resurrect my brother after 75 years gone and oddly,  I see him more clearly than ever before
Seventy-five years ago, when I was fourteen, my older brother by four years died in an automobile accident. I mark the event with a candle on the altar where ceramic angels and pictures of favorite gurus and swamis stare back at me when I meditate in the mornings. And for the first time in many... Read more »

Pause, assess, sum up and keep on keeping on

Pause, assess, sum up and keep on keeping on
This pandemic is making me feel like an at-risk parolee wearing an ankle bracelet. I have been a grub worm isolated at home for so long I dress up in a suit to take the re-cycle bin to the curb on Sunday evening. This is not how I wanted to spend the waning time of... Read more »

Letting go of outcome

Letting go of outcome
Each evening at the end of a long, busy day I have a good laugh on myself, “Howard,” I say, “I know you don’t want to die before you die, so let me remind you not to work yourself to death.” I’m busy! In addition to writing another book and planning a not-for-profit foundation as... Read more »
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I’m 88 years old and fifty years from now I’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner at my granddaughter’s house

I’m 88 years old and fifty years from now I’ll be having Thanksgiving dinner at my granddaughter’s house
This is my annual reprise of a favorite post. More than ever before, with the pandemic still raging and our emotions filtered behind a Zoom screen, it’s essential we let our loved ones know how dear they are to us. This is not a headline about spiking the stuffing with a psychotropic. It’s about the... Read more »