Category: Musings

Call The Stereotype Police, Please

Well, I suppose it’s that time again, Friends. It’s another episode of This Gives Me a Fucking Migraine Every Single Time. Last month I read an article in the New York Times about a ‘Psychic’ who was sentenced to 40 months in prison and required to pay $1.6 million in restitution to the woman she… Read more »

An Update:

Hey Everyone, Susan here, coming to you directly to weigh in on a situation that is unfolding in our local wellness community and which I feel is important for you to know about. Here’s what happened: last week a local yoga studio owner who is white, posted a long Instagram post “reintroducing” herself to her… Read more »

The Why of Intuition, Groovy Metaphysical Edition

You may have noticed that in circles where people are interested in learning about their intuition they are also often talking about tapping into the creative potential of our brains. There’s a reason for that. Once we begin to get more comfortable with our intuition, we begin to observe that it has a lot to… Read more »

Carving Up The Shysters

neon sign "you'll get it eventually"

My profession has evidently been debunked. Again. This time it’s John Oliver, who I happen to adore and respect so much. He has a show on HBO, “Last Week Tonight” that I’ve been a loyal fan of for years. He’s brilliant and funny and his work is fantastic. A friend texted me asking me if… Read more »

Why A Gift Certificate is a Great Gift

hands open with yellow flower

Happy Holidays, Friends! This is the time of year I get a lot of inquiries about gift certificates, so I thought I’d take a moment to remind you why they make such lovely holiday gifts. If you are looking for a gift that’s thoughtful and meaningful, a session with me lets your recipient know that… Read more »

The Bioluminescence of Hope

Visiting Puerto Rico Six Months Later Rainbow weather outside of San Juan I went to Puerto Rico for the first time last month. I was visiting a friend working with the recovery effort down there, which meant that while he was at work I would have the luxury of time. To write, rest, go to the beach,… Read more »

Compost: How I Lost My Husband and Regained a Home

There’s a bathroom in there somewhere Roughly six weeks after my husband’s death, my house cleared its throat and got my attention. I was standing at the kitchen sink, trying to get the right-hand cabinet door to stay shut again (it took the lightest touch and usually several tries) when the thought occurred to me… Read more »

11 is now 12

I ask you, is there any creature more gleeful than a child ripping open a birthday package that he suspects contains cold, hard cash and candy? I’ve never seen it if there is. I love watching him. It is magnificent, an unguarded display of absolute glee in abundance that makes me incredibly happy. Also as his parent, horrified…. Read more »

Valentine’s Day Was Always Mine

Today is Valentine’s Day. I’ve had a truly lovely day today. But then again, I always do. Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday and has been for as long as I can remember. I’ve been in love with Valentine’s Day ever since grade school when my classmates and I were initiated into the ritual of… Read more »

Did The Buddha Ever Have To Watch His Language?

So much for my resolution to stop lobbing f-bombs. This piece is for Phyllis Ring, whose superpower is kindness. She’s crazy good at it. There is a point in my husband’s memorial service I think about often. I’ve just arrived at the podium to give his eulogy. My feet — I can’t figure out where to… Read more »