Category Archives: Life Lessons

GRATITUDE

TweetThere was a recent New York Times piece about gratitude in which it was pointed out that some people are genetically predisposed to be grateful (I would include joyful in that since they seem to be connected.) Apparently a 2014

BETRAYAL

TweetMost of us learn about betrayal at a young age. I remember my best friend in grade school suddenly dumping me, taking a new best friend into her life, and saying cutting things about me to my face and behind

IN MEMORY OF MELISSA

TweetI didn’t know her well. I saw her several times a week, whenever I worked out at the Santa Monica stairs. A trainer, she was a dependable presence there. We always said hello, and occasionally we had brief, casual conversations. 

LEARNING FROM ALZHEIMER’S

TweetI had a powerful teacher in my adult life — one who was uncompromising and harsh, one who reached into the depths of my being, my soul, and rearranged landscapes. One who taught me that what I saw with my

BIRTHDAY REFLECTIONS

TweetYesterday was my birthday. I have always, since childhood, had a complicated relationship with birthdays. Growing up in the shadow of a famous father (even before politics) I brooded about my place on this earth and whether or not I

THE DAY MY FATHER DIED

TweetJune 5, 2004 was damp and thick with fog. I drove to my parents’ house at 5:30 in the morning after a restless night  — waking up often thinking the phone would ring at any moment with news that my

MY CHILDHOOD HOME

TweetMonths ago, I wrote a piece called Ghosts and Tractor Blades, about the demolition of my childhood home. Since I wrote that, I’ve visited my old neighborhood often, walking past what was once our house, then walking up the hill

GHOSTS AND TRACTOR BLADES

Tweet“There is no hiding from the childhood you have. It scrawls itself on your body, your spirit. We end up scrimshawed and there’s nothing we can do about it.”  From Till Human Voices Wake Us, by Patti Davis (available on

TWITTER WARS

TweetEvery time I go on Twitter and click the “connect” icon to see who is saying what to me, my stomach clenches and my neck tightens. I don’t like Twitter. It has become an open door for people who hate

THANKSGIVING REFLECTIONS

TweetThe rain began softly at around four this morning. I woke up and listened to it falling on the roof.; I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else except where I was — under a warm comforter, my dog snoring

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