On a Living Made Easy Zoom seminar with Ariel and Shya Kane one Saturday, I was mustering the courage to speak. I was eager to tell a story about my weekend. “Err…ahhh… I’m Wendy from Queens, New York,” I finally managed to get out. Then...
Years ago I was deeply upset. Of course, I didn’t realize I was perpetually upset because feeling disturbed and emotional wasn’t a constant thing – it ebbed and flowed. At the time, I was unaware that I lived over top of an underground river of...
The back door to our home was always working fine. It opened and shut smoothly day-in, day-out, no problem. And then it didn't. As time went on, it started to require more force to close the door. It seemed like it happened gradually, but then...
I had a lot on my plate: gearing up for our Costa Rica retreats and all the pre-trip logistical details involved, holiday packages to get in the mail, newsletters, emails, laundry…you get the idea. Shya was under the weather so I was happy to take...
It was still light outside on a warm August evening when Ariel and I entered the Yardarm, a quaint local eatery in Orleans on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. The little restaurant was dark with wood booths that had seen plenty of wear. As we walked into...
It was a busy afternoon at the Apple store when I approached the two associates standing at the entrance. Both ladies were wearing the current uniform, a t-shirt sporting the white logo of an apple with a bite taken out of it. “Excuse me,” I said....
Ever spontaneously think about someone you love or a friend you’ve been missing? Does this ever happen when it isn’t a convenient time to drop what you’re doing to give them a call, shoot a text, write a letter or email? It frequently happens to...
Our cat Baby shed one of her whiskers. There it was, a gentle arc, next to her on the office chair, keeping her company as she slept. Reverently I used two fingers to grasp it, marveling at its color and texture. Dark at the root,...
I am an art teacher in an elementary school for students with different learning needs. My students range in age from 3 years old (pre-K) to 10 years old (5th grade). As part of my professional development each year a supervisor comes into my classroom...
I was shocked but trying not to show it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my friend Susan was taken aback also. I had driven Susan on Saturday afternoon to one of my favorite places for walking, Old River Road, near...