Movement is Medicine

  I saw this cartoon on the internet the other day. When I reposted it, it created a mini-storm of conflict between those who questioned our standard beliefs about prehistoric life spans, and those who felt early humans were punished for their carnivorous...

Food, Glorious Food

The other day I was talking to a friend about the latest trend in healthy eating. “None of it makes sense anymore,” she sighed. “My mother is 95, eats two eggs for breakfast every day and loves chocolate. How did she know they would end up on the good list?” Dan...

Freedom to Move, Freedom to Be: The Feldenkrais Method®

    If you know what you are doing, you can do what you want                                                                         Moshe Feldenkrais I was in my late 30’s, at the height of my performing career, but my body felt like I was ready for the junk...

The Fun Factor

  When I was growing up, sometimes my sister and I would have laughing fits. It might have been triggered by my father “torturing” us with his smelly feet, or tickling us till we begged for relief. Sometimes it was the result of our own comedic efforts:...

Shouldering the Burdens

There’s a lot of talk these days about going back to our roots…way back. Nutritionists are urging us to the “paleo” diet, based on our ancestors’ omnivorous appetites. Other studies suggest that the hunter/gatherer “feast or...

Letting Go

 Have you ever been in the middle of a conflict where someone says, “Oh come on, just let it go.” Your fists are clenched, steam is coming out of your ears, you can almost feel the top of your head about to explode and someone is telling you to just let it...

Take It To the Bank

I was going to write an erudite treatise on the imminent implosion of reality.  But with the world in turmoil over money, reality suddenly seemed trivial.  Our pundits, politicians and populace have overcomplicated and “overmediaed” a simple situation: we have an...

Planting Seeds

The wind was howling, the snow lay on the ground. I tried to imagine my garden. How did I ever do it? Dig, fertilize, plant, lug the wheelbarrow. The concept felt almost alien, even as February melted into March and I saw pansies starting to dot people’s yards. Then...

Baby Steps

The other day, a friend confessed he was struggling with a book he’s writing. “I have all the ideas, but I can’t seem to get it down on paper,” he complained. “What’s it about?” I was excited. This man is a funny, talented teacher. He’s had lots of great ideas in the...

Looking in the Mirror

When I was young, my mother always managed to spin any event into a negative, a complaint or a tragedy. Once I accused her of living with a half-empty glass. She retorted, “My glass is not half empty, it’s completely empty.” Of course, she was Russian. But perception...