Author of 11 books, including several New York Times bestsellers, that have been translated into 14 languages and sold millions of copies worldwide
San Francisco, CA
Joined February 2010
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As I recover from the concussion I flip through my old journals, my current journals and Love, Finally. In them, there are only a few themes: how to be present and cut through the yarns of the mind... Continue reading What if Nothing Is Wrong: bit.ly/4yTtG5x
As I headed into my 40s and 50s, people around me were dying or had died. My father, my dear friend Lew, my cat. And every time, it was the same: How could a person (even those with four legs) be here one day and gone the next? Read this full post on my Facebook and Instagram.
As I muddle through this concussion, I still feel as if I am swimming underwater. Daily swimming is not my preferred mode, however the soft haze of trees and sun and thoughts are their own offerings when I choose to receive them... Continue reading: buff.ly/2qeTj5G
Sometimes when I look at the flowers in my garden I think: “If I really let myself take in how gorgeous one of them is, I’m not sure I could even get up off the ground.” I’d be so speechless, knocked over by the beauty... Read this full post on my Facebook and Instagram pages. 🌹
My brain is still flooded and my thoughts are roiling around in a washing machine from the concussion. The commentary about it, the fears and worries about the future, are only terrible when I believe them... Continue reading A Brief Descent into Madness: buff.ly/zkxOAqh
I never thought I would get married. It wasn’t one of my dreams. Then I met Matt. This is a photo of us at our wedding 35 years ago. Within 20 minutes of being with him, I knew I was going to spend my life with him. And so I have. So far. To love. To steadfastness. To endurance.
I’ve been walking around in a floaty underwater state after getting a concussion last week when a large object fell on my head (more on this in a future Substack); I cannot spend long on screens or thinking big thoughts... Continue reading The Mad Mind: buff.ly/XFsrvZM
This is my version of an ancient Buddhist story. A woman was jogging in the forest when she realized that a family of tigers ahead leaped from a mountain and was going to be feasting on her for their next meal. She started to run... Continue reading: buff.ly/kV1E5Ip
Back in the last century, I weighed almost twice as much as I do now—and I desperately wanted to be thin. So much so that if a genie had appeared (I'm not proud of this fact) and offered me 1 wish, it would have been to wake up thin the next day...Read this post on my FB and IG.
My husband just sent me the article about the new podcaster for Weight Watchers: a higher-weight woman (using the word fat still, it seems, carries stigmatization) who is adamant about not using GLPs to lose weight... Continue to read this full post: buff.ly/0S4iwE7
I am bumping around in a propofol-induced haze from the surgery I had (more on that in a forthcoming Substack), but in the meantime, I thought it best to post something that makes sense rather than string together some brain-mumblings. Continue reading: buff.ly/PCUuMyc
