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Friend Family

Friend Family

In our small Studio City living room, we have two Thanksgiving tables set up – sort of side-by-side like a separated “T”. It is crowded. It is fun. It is loud. You have to suck in your stomach to squeeze around a corner to get to the kitchen for more sweet...
The insidewink Story

The insidewink Story

“Story… was crucial to our evolution – more so than opposable thumbs.” – Lisa Cron from “Wired For Story”.   There is so much noise, so much news that it can all feel overwhelming. We hear it all the time – “I can’t watch it anymore” or “I’ve...
I have lived a Full Life

I have lived a Full Life

This was on my street. Just like this. Leaning against a tree. I have lived a “Full” life. I laughed that someone joked about the “Full” size of the mattress (I guess “I have lived a ‘Twin’ life”, although interesting, doesn’t quite work as well). It strikes me, so I...
Peaceful Scars

Peaceful Scars

My 18 year old son, Brady, had oral surgery and he left the doctor’s office with a big white bandage around his head (to be honest, he looked a little like the ghost of Marley in A Christmas Carol). I had been anticipating this procedure for awhile now. I kept hoping...
Walking On Water

Walking On Water

It looked like she was walking on water.  I actually had to do a double take to make sure I was seeing her. The LA river (as it is called) NEVER has people walk in it… yet there she was… trudging along… alone. It was weird. My husband and I walk over a small bridge...
I have a friend…

I have a friend…

I have a friend… … who gives me gardenias as a surprise … who makes me laugh till I cry … who always reaches for the check first … who calls me because she knows I have a doctor appointment … who I tell everything to because she never judges … who doesn’t gossip … who...
Train

Train

You can almost hear the uncoupling. “Your mother has 3 weeks to live.” You can feel the lift off. “You’re pregnant.” You can sense the profundity. “You didn’t get the job.” At that moment, you know that the path, the journey, the track you are on is changing. It’s...
How I Lost My Mind In 15 Minutes

How I Lost My Mind In 15 Minutes

The car bumps through the country road as I sit holding my toe in the Starbucks napkin. My husband drives. My two kids sit in the backseat looking at a meme or a snapchat or a quick-time or… I don’t know… something that makes them laugh on their phones. Little do they...
I’m Struggling

I’m Struggling

A friend – a very funny, smart comic – whom I met many years ago when I lived in Boston passed away recently from cancer. I would see him at auditions in LA and we would talk and laugh way past the time we went in the “room”. He was a kind, sweet family...
To Trust Or Not To Trust

To Trust Or Not To Trust

The Soggy Question.Trust is a funny thing. It seems friendly, open, easy… but really I think it’s a tough cookie. It’s all in or nothing, balls to the wall, get in or you’re out… you either leap or you don’t, you either trust or you don’t… it’s hard news, at least for...
Circle of Kindness

Circle of Kindness

The other day I was riding my bike and I was hit by a car.  Not badly…but enough that it got my attention. I was holiday shopping and had bags in my bike’s basket. I was crossing the street at a crosswalk at Laurel Canyon Blvd., as the orange walk-hand was...
Suddenly Grateful

Suddenly Grateful

Oh God, here again. I sit in the ICU next to my mother. I look at her thin skin and her pale lips and I can’t believe we’re here again. The hospital smells stale and dry and hot. Can’t they open a window? The air has a bad, sick taste. I hear strained breathing from...
Helen & Amie

Helen & Amie

I’m grateful that the wisdom of the past can resonate and reach us where we stand. It’s June 1965. There is a lot going on in our culture. In New York, at the Presbyterian Hospital/Columbia University – a strong-willed 56 year-old woman named Helen...
IT is …

IT is …

IT is…… simple… tender… the image of a tree against the sky through my sunroof while stuck on the 405 freeway… the single tear that rolls down my cheek when my meditation goes deep… my dear friend’s kitten’s toes…...

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