When I see this photo of myself, I see me at Woodstock; as a drummer, anti-war activist marching on Washington, and a 19-year-old kid making his way through college. My beard and long hair were important parts of my identity back in the day. Watching
My dear friend-turned-brother, Asa, knew there was nothing he could say to take away my pain and anguish in the days, weeks, and months after my daughter Jenna died in 1996. At the end of every phone call or visit, Ace would tell me to
Twenty years ago, I developed a program for “Living Losses” – a grief we feel where there is not a physical death, but a significant loss nonetheless. A living loss could be for missing or estranged children, family or friends lost to drug or alcohol
There are times when it seems as if the entire world is unraveling (approximately 200,000 COVID-19 deaths; fires raging; civil unrest/protests; unprecedented corruption, polarization, and distrust; widespread food and job insecurity, etc.). We’re learning to live in an entirely new normal, and while some of
Game seasons for the NBA, MLB and NFL may be at risk in what history will remember as “The 2020 Pandemic”; however, the biggest game of all is underway — the contest for who will lead a nation of 320 million people into the future.
Most of us have experienced the death, or serious wounding, of a close friendship. In recent years, however, the mortality rate of good friendships has risen dramatically, and the cause, to nobody’s surprise, has been political differences. My 2017 article “It’s Still All in the
Perder a un ser querido nos cambia para siempre. Sé esto personalmente por haber perdido a mi hija mayor, Jenna, cuando apenas tenía 21 años de edad. Eres alguien diferente ahora, como lo explica tan elocuentemente Barbara Kingsolver, “No piensas que vas a vivir después
Racism, like COVID-19, is a virus. Want to find out whether you would test positive? In a minute, you’ll be able to. By taking the racism test below, you’ll find yourself in one of four groups: Not Racist, Slightly Racist, Moderately Racist, or Seriously Racist.
I’m a white, Jewish kid who grew up in New York during the 60’s. To understand why I’m writing about America’s search for a cure to racism in 2020, I’d like you to know a little bit of my back story. My mother, Roslyn, was
Driving to our favorite hiking trail this morning after two months of quarantine, we received a call from a dear friend who relayed the sad news that her beloved 65-year-old aunt had just died from COVID-19. “What’s killing me,” she told us tearfully, “is that