One of the most difficult challenges we have as humans is facing what is, especially when life presents you with things you didn’t order and don’t want: like everything in 2020.

Loss and grief come in many forms, all of them real, all of them wrenching. My book, Grief Girl’s Guide, is here to help you with your grief.

There is a mantra I love that can help enormously with this process we call Life, a mantra that really should be a Core Principle for Living. Here it is.

By becoming present and receptive to the subtle and small, life becomes a backroad exploration with multiple stops to take in the sights.

Division, anger, violence … our political landscape is truly disturbing. Here are some gentle reminders of how to avoid the “us and them” trap.

This horrid little virus has spurred limitations the likes of which most of us have never seen. But there is an upside to limitation … Read on.

On this Valentine's Day, I thought a little education on the heart and on the origin of the holiday might be of interest. An alternative, if you will, to the sentimentality imposed by Hallmark.

“If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while … and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living.” 

Some helpful thoughts for my fellow over-thinkers.

We are always doing our best with what we have, what we know and who we are. Discontent rears its ugly head only when we forget this simple truth.

Four principles to remember when facing the very real challenge of pain.

Being an introvert in a hugely extraverted culture is no easy thing. In a bombastic culture of high energy, high volume, competition and assertiveness, a sensitive swan can feel overwhelmed.

Here’s a holiday pop quiz: Do you remember what you received for Christmas last year? Do you remember what you gave? Me either.

Home is where the heart is inclined. Home is our soul, our true self, the place where our humanity and divinity meet and make magic.

It’s famously said that when the student is ready, the teacher appears. Sometimes, that teacher comes as a coyote in a pick-up truck.

Warning: This column has nothing whatsoever to do with Valentine’s, the Lunar New Year, or other such niceties. You may find it helpful, however, if Life has thrown you a few curve balls or wicked sinkers lately, which it has to me.

One of the most difficult things in the world is to know who you really are. For over two decades I’ve  followed the Greek maxim inscribed at the Temple of Delphi: “Know thyself.” And I think I do. I think I’m a salmon.

Civility suffers in a fast-moving, perpetually preoccupied and self-centered society. In fact, civility cannot exist alongside narcissism: the two are mutually exclusive. And ours is a painfully, often obscenely narcissistic culture.

It’s counter-intuitive to take a blow without doing something, anything, to defend oneself. When your marriage is a mess or your body betrays you or you’re on a financial cliff edge, the tendency is to become two years old again and have a hissy fit.

Everything is meaningful. Important things are being offered all the time — if we but pay attention.