A Summer Swim Team: Twelve Years Old and the Heyday of My Life

A Summer Swim Team: Twelve Years Old and the Heyday of My Life

Twelve years old and a summer swim team is a touchstone on the timeline of my life. Little known fact, I’m a great swimmer. It’s one of the few things I’m not modest about. My teacher and coach, Bob Schleihauf, taught me the most about swimming. Before him was another...
Creativity Without the Critic  ~  There Is a Different Way

Creativity Without the Critic ~ There Is a Different Way

  Works of art are of an infinite solitude and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only Love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. Always trust yourself and your own feeling as opposed to argumentations, discussions or introductions of that...
Are You Suffering From Grief Brain?

Are You Suffering From Grief Brain?

Shortly after my mom died, I drove to see a friend who was in town visiting from New York City. We met for lunch at a restaurant, and on the way home I unconsciously drove through a red light. Thankfully, no other cars were around. A few weeks later, I went through a...