Halloween used to be my favorite holiday, even as an adult – costumes, candy, potential mayhem – in the best season of the year, complete with pumpkins and clever cobwebby decorations – […]
Am I Blue: The Ghost of Halloween Past and Present
Sheri Lisker
Discipline: The Thrill of Routine
Some people are self-motivators. They get up, look at their to-do lists, and actually do the things on them. These people can be very annoying. I know because I live with one. […]
A Friend Indeed: The Importance of Being Valued
There are some people for whom the term friend means pretty much what it does on Facebook: someone with whom they have interacted in some (presumably) pleasant way. I am not one […]
Reopening Social Life: Making the Cut
Dear Fill in the Blank, I understand that you have dropped fifteen of your Facebook friends. I understand this because they have all been complaining to me. What did they do wrong? Was […]
Why I Write
Why I Write I once took a workshop with Marge Piercy, a prolific poet and novelist who told the participants to become writers only if they could not do anything else. The […]
The Insider: A Gloom of One’s Own
“The neighbors lost their white cat,” my husband said, “maybe you could keep an eye out for it.” “Sure,” I said, “if it walks by the couch, I’ll certainly alert someone.” The […]
Three Mindful Steps: In the Jungle of Monkey Mind
Seven a.m., I drag myself out of bed – online meditation is due to start. I have three extra minutes if Fred decides to wait for the stragglers, as he usually does. […]
Thanksgiving: Carving Out New Traditions
My mother came from a family of nine kids and Thanksgiving was a very big deal – a joyous event I looked forward to every year. We usually went to my Aunt […]
Postcards From The Edge: Reclaiming Our Power
There’s so much in life we can’t control that any time we get a chance to take back our power, even a bit of it, we must seize it. That’s what writing […]
Filling a Hole and Fixing the World
Like many, I fill the hole that grief leaves with food. The night I found out that our beloved RBG died, I found myself bereft – and also craving matzo ball soup. […]
The Gloria Sirens 