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"Until he outran running itself and the sure life of the spirit, moving and not moving, carried on, yes, carried on into the glow that smiles upon birth and death alike. That smiles upon the entire stir-fry of existence." 

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May 31, 2013

When I’m Sixty-four

That would be today. Well, I still have my hair, and it’s no longer, “many years from now,” but there’s no denying, one more year till Medicare. Wow, that sounds old. Did you know Paul McCartney wrote “When I’m Sixty-Four” when he was sixteen? It was released in 1967 on the Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts … + read more




May 26, 2013

Soul Blog #2: “Stand” Sly and the Family Stone

Because I was raised in Ohio during the Eisenhower years stretching from 1952-1960, and because my father was a by- the-letter accountant raised in the Great Depression, one of my favorite lines from Sly and the Family Stone’s hit song, “Stand,” has always been: Stand, you’ve been sitting much too long There’s a permanent crease … + read more




May 21, 2013

Soul Blog #1: “Try A Little Tenderness” Otis Redding

Imagine the luck of this draw; I began my freshman year in college with the dorm counselor for a roommate. He was very serious and he had the strangest dreams, which ended with him sitting on the edge of his bed, lecturing out loud and pounding his fist like JFK making a point at the … + read more




May 13, 2013

Walking the Silly Walk

Shortly before moving to the West Coast in 1975, I discovered the Monty Python show on PBS. It was a Sunday night and I was alone in my apartment in Westport, Connecticut when I stumbled quite accidently upon the wacky crew of Brits. John Cheese, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, Graham Chapman, Terry Jones and Michael Palin … + read more




May 4, 2013

Enough IS Enough

My patients are better therapists than I am. Sure, I do a lot to facilitate the process of discovery, but in every case, though I may shine my flashlight into the depths of the psychic basement, it is the individual on the couch calling out, “over here, I’m over here.” In other words, it is the … + read more




April 21, 2013

Prius Power

Slow down, you move too fast, you got to make the moment last Paul Simon The beauty of aging lies in acts of subtraction. Subtracting the multitude of acquisitions, both material and psychological, that have gathered and stuck like sea barnacles to our rocky egoic self. By the egoic self I mean the many ways … + read more




April 2, 2013

The Pickpocket and the Brain

Appolo Robbins is a pickpocket extraordinaire. He made his reputation in Las Vegas picking the pockets of happy victims for the purpose of entertainment. All items are returned to the bewildered and delighted patrons. You can read “The Pickpockets Tale,” in the January 7, 2013 issue of The New Yorker. If you do, you’ll come … + read more




March 29, 2013

Socks, Color and the Luminous Self

I love socks. I especially love colorful, playful socks. This year Santa Claus filled my stocking with five pair of new beauties, pictured here in all their glory. Socks are fun. It is all good from the moment I open the dresser drawer in the morning and see them smiling at me like a new … + read more




February 14, 2013

Making Peace

When I was a boy growing up in Ohio, my friends and I spent most days in the wooded gorge behind our houses playing war. We didn’t have sophisticated toy guns like today’s kids. In fact, most of us used our baseball bats for pretend rifles as we scaled the slopes of the gorge killing … + read more




February 13, 2013

Thoughts on Violence 2

In the years following the Second World War, years of intoxication and liberation, Albert Camus spoke to his French countryman with thoughtfulness and sobriety. What he said was beautifully captured in a New Yorker article written by Adam Gopnik in April of 2012. Camus was well aware of the debate raging between communists and right … + read more






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