A few words about Frank. Frank is a bunny — a metal bunny whose ears, bent slightly forward, create a coat hook. Frank recently made more than $23,000 on Kickstarter.

f you are one of those lucky people who knew who you were and what you wanted to do from the time you were seven years old, this column is not for you.

The night sea passage is the dark, liminal space between one chapter and another. A booze cruise it is not.

One of my favorite quotes, torn and taped to my desk, is this one, attributed to Joseph Campbell: “We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”

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.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’m just not that into Christmas this year. I don’t want a tree, I’m not interested in buying presents; I just want to curl up with a book and be quiet.” My client looked at me half expectantly, half sheepishly.

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

If you are in the midst of grief, the holidays can be an especially tough time. Mourning a loss during this season of joyful celebration is an exercise in endurance and suffering.

What do Donald Trump, a trip to Costco, and my dog have in common? More than you might imagine. A strange confluence of events culminated this morning in a surprising, personal revelation.

Loneliness is epidemic in our culture. It occurs, as often as not, when we feel unable to express our true selves, or feel we are not understood or seen.

I seldom do what I’m about to do, which, I hope, will make what follows jump out at you and grab your bathrobe.

You are love even if you live in your head and forget about love. You are love even if you don’t feel loving, even if you feel lonely. Your true essence, is LOVE.

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.

There are choice points in life, places where one must choose between staying small or becoming something more. The former has a well-defined outcome; the latter, unknown. 

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.