We learn about love from the music we hear as a child. Some of it’s our choosing, like my well-loved cassette of Madonna’s Immaculate Collection or first CDs...

I haven’t been present for any human deaths, but I was for the passing of my sweet cat Oreo. Once I knew it was time, I created for her—for us—the most lovin...

This week’s talk at Kadampa Meditation Center was on understanding our mind of love. The monk said the definition of the mind of love is “a virtuous mind mot...

I started to plan Paris. The funny thing was, as I reached out to European friends telling them that I was making my dream come true, they became a part of i...

“Where you’re living is where you’ll be buried. And when you’re dreaming, that’s where you’re born.” Last year I joined a women’s writing group. When I signe...

Housesitting is a way to try on a life. A way to see how other people live. A way to ask yourself, “Do I want this? Could I have this?” Housesitting appeals ...

We started with a chance. You were crowded, with a few machines and a lot of gym rats, but full of potential. I wanted a space to try yoga and you provided t...

This is not a post about swiping left when you learn a guy voted for Trump (obvi). Nor is it about dating across party lines and “working through your differ...

One of the reasons I wanted to go to Laos was because I’d learned it is the most heavily bombed country per capita—over 260 million bombs dropped by the U.S....

The summer my relationship ended, I started biking again. My middle school-era white Trek had a few broken gears and squeaky brakes, but it had been good to ...