I wrote this poem seven years ago and it showed up in my Facebook feed this morning. The Door to Joy The door to joy stands always open to usher through each weary soul Whose feet have traversed the rocky path, sometimes stumbling Wondering if they will ever arrive or be destined to travel…

  When I think about unicorns, the image of a mythical one-horned creature dances before my eyes. It has the reputation of being a weaver of dreams, a magical being. Another association is that of being an outlier, a unique manifestion. Freelance journalist, blogger, editor and author of Be That Unicorn: Find Your Magic, Live…

  I grew up in a religiously, culturally and gastronomically Jewish home in Willingboro, NJ which is a suburb of Philadelphia. Our family went to synagogue weekly, practiced holiday rituals,  lit the candles on Friday night, but kept kosher only when my paternal grandmother lived with us. I attended Hebrew school until I was 16.…

Tomorrow, a fresh new page on your calendar and a new decade will be staring you in the face just as you are recognizing a turning point in your life. Although I believe that time is a mental construct, I too honor transitional periods. I especially love the ending of one year and the beginning…

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