MY WEEKLY BLOG FINDING MOTHER When I first set foot in my current home back in 1993, I looked around at the huge picture windows, the brick fireplace and the sunlight streaming in and I knew I was home. It felt so right and I exhaled deeply. I didn't know I’d been...

MY SAFE PLACE “The ache for home lives in all of us,” wrote Maya Angelou.“The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” Way before Covid, when I was writing a book with a Secret Service agent, Ray, he and I spoke regularly on Facetime, we met in...

MY WEEKLY BLOG THE ILLUSION OF PERFECTION It’s 1992, I’m sitting in a darkened movie theater, watching “The Last of the Mohicans.” A beautiful young woman in voluminous skirts and evening shoes is scaling a steep mountain, running from an ambush. Her dashing lover, a...

Blog # 183 DON'T JUST DO SOMETHING. SIT THERE I looked up the origin of this quote and found a number of possiblesources. I first heard it when I was reading the teachings of a popular Eastern guru. It made me laugh as I thought about the opposite messages I’d had...

MY WEEKLY BLOG CREATIVITY FOR ITS OWN SAKE   When I was in Amsterdam in the sixties, touring with my balletcompany, I visited the Van Gogh Museum. I walked from room to room, the pieces were breathtaking, and I stopped at a self-portrait in which Van Gogh is missing a...

HEALER, HEAL THYSELF Back in the nineteen eighties, I took ten trips to the Philippines to research the legendary psychic surgeons. I became intrigued withone healer in particular, Alex Orbito, who was well known by both native Filipinos and visitors from all over the...