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On a similar subject, I felt awful all weekend for making fun of Howard Stern’s childhood of silence and deprivation last week. (He has said that his dad never listened to him.) And of course, if you consider Stern from the standpoint of his suffering, you can find his hidden Buddha, as well as your…

Like me, my friend Lee is raising Jewish children in a blended-faith household. And when she was asked by her two sons what she wanted for Christmas last December, she said “world peace.” (Cute. Don’t you love it when moms are cagey like that? My own mother always used to ask for “a kind word.”)…

“Even when we don’t know what to do to make things better for someone, or when whatever we do seems likely to be of little consequence, we can have faith that we are not isolated individuals in a fragmented world. We can have faith that the power of intention links our actions to a vast…

Beliefnet sent me “The Praise Baby” collection, a “fun, interactive video” with worship music “that provides a nurturing environment for baby’s spirit and mind.” It’s published by DeepMedia.com. Hmmm. Sadly, this video is not too deep. On the DVD, you’ll see film clips of adorable babies, flowers, waterfalls, lambs, fawns, and other pretty sights. The…

I have sent a white balloon filled with grateful happiness into the sky, along with a pledge to cultivate an even richer relationship with my 91-year-old father, who this week learned that a growth in his throat is a benign cyst, not cancerous. What do you do when you get great news? Tell me.

You know, I am having a hard time seeing shock jock Howard Stern as any kind of American hero. There he is, with his long dark tresses and sunglasses, putting his fist up in the air like a militant Black Panther, advancing the cause of paid Sirius Satellite Radio. But is that something to admire…

When I took a Buddhist “Gesture of Awareness” workshop with Charles Genoud last fall, he assigned our group of thirty the following exercise: we were to walk around the large dance studio, randomly mixing directions, gliding around each other, not thinking, not doing. “Just walk,” Mr. Genoud reminded us. We walked and walked around the…

“Sometimes, it is true, a sense of isolation enfolds me like a cold mist as I sit alone and wait at life’s shut gate. Beyond there is light, and music, and sweet companionship; but I may not enter. Fate, silent, pitiless, bars the way. Fain would I question his imperious decree; for my heart is…

As the new year opens to winter’s blossom, I find myself wistfully thinking about time. And this morning, as I entered our house after shopping, I heard our old chiming clock mark the hour. It was running slow, so I put my bags down and wound it with its clock key, which I hide beneath…

Do you know that today I called the best bakeries in my area and none of them sells a traditional Twelfth Night cake? With the resurgence of interest in old religious celebrations, I’m rather surprised. I want to serve a Twelfth Night cake to family members and neighbors this Friday to honor the end of…
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