Category Archives: Honesty

Finding Faith

  What are seeds of faith?  I suppose the answer is different for each person, but for me, more often than not they come as small revelations in times of deep crisis when I’m grappling with forces pulling in opposite directions.  For me, faith is not so much an idea but an identity, not so much about believing but becoming.     Maybe an My teachers have generally been … Continue reading Finding Faith »

Tending to Your Own Business

Forty years ago I met a “good one”: an old gentleman who ran a shoeshine stand in the Eastern Airlines Shuttle Terminal at LaGuardia Airport.  I was never sure of his name but most people called him Pete. At the time the hourly shuttle between New York, Boston and Washington was among the busiest in the nation. Everyone was guaranteed a seat, No reservations needed, … Continue reading Tending to Your Own Business »

How I Found My Humor

“What monstrous absurdities and paradoxes have resisted whole batteries of serious arguments, and then crumpled swiftly into the dust before the ringing death-knell of a laugh” ~ Agnes Replier How my life has been shaped by humor. And to think how close I came to losing laughter forever. As a kid our home was filled with laughter. My dad was a laugh factory and his … Continue reading How I Found My Humor »

What Friends Can Do

(First published March 5, 2016) “The only normal people are the ones you don’t know very well.”  – Alfred Adler When I think back on the friends from my life they look a lot like the characters from Peanuts. I often identify with Charlie Brown I’ve had best friends like Linus I had plenty of bossy Lucy’s along the way There have been wonderful philosophers like Snoopy and Woodstock … Continue reading What Friends Can Do »

Coming of Age

(Originally published January 19, 2016.) I recently read in an educational journal that 60% of today’s school age children see themselves as “exceptional.”  In 1964, only eight percent of children would have so described themselves.  When I think back to 1964, when I was 16, did I see myself as exceptional?  Not so much. In those days Teachers were always right Coaches were never to be questioned … Continue reading Coming of Age »