I don’t often get knocked sideways by pop music. Especially on a Sunday morning. Sure, it is poppy, danceable, singable, and easy to play in the background.

Whether we look at the situation in Jerusalem at the al-Aqsa Mosque/Temple Mount, the war in Ukraine, the elections in France and Slovenia, the on-going injustices in Afghanistan, the ever-widening racial, political and gender divide in the United States

This past Easter and Passover weekend was incredibly, overwhelmingly, and critically painful in its clarity. Two near seizures, a revelation that I’ve been living in a still-commercially-zoned (AKA illegal) space

As the eternal “bright light” with a “sunny disposition”, smile and hug of encouragement for everyone around me, I’ve done my best throughout life to tamp down on my own mistakes in judgment, feelings of regret, and the resulting weight of depression and helplessness they bring.

This picture of my little niece at 2 has always taken my breath away. The unbridled joy of a child being tickled spontaneously and giving in to the feeling of absolute unselfconscious pleasure in that simple, irreplaceable moment.

I’ve never wanted to have to be strong. To keep hitting the ground and having to pick myself back up again. But whether it was the stairs at 2, the pavement at 5, 6, 7 and 8, the wall in gym at 11

After nearly a million deaths in US alone, here’s the deal, Covid will NEVER be endemic. And it truly troubles me that the media and even some scientists and public health officials are beginning to speak about it that way.

This is a Biblical reading often used in weddings, but I do equally often wonder why. The Love referenced in Corinthians hails back to Agape in Greek or Caritas in Latin, neither of which is normally the love between a young couple on their wedding day as they set out for a honeymoon full of passion, romantic candlelight and special “just us” time.

Aaaand, just as I thought things were beginning to lighten up on my new home front, a few new storms appeared on my horizon. I know you’ve all experienced bumps in your road that cause a nervous “GASP” as you hit a cliff or something else ahead that you didn’t ever see coming.

Has 2022 started with some seriously stormy weather and other questionable conditions for you? Beyond the constant threat of Covid, I mean, which seems to have just become a global metastatic condition for all of us.

I spent 2018 on a journey into global deceit and betrayal. I didn’t start the year with that intention, I’d started it by running for my local congressional seat in New York City, which is held by an OLD-guard Democrat from the first Clinton era.

I’ve never been good at playing the “Telephone” game. Mostly because it’s not particularly fun. I have very clear diction and enunciation, so when I see a single word or phrase get garbled up as it goes around a circle, my mind sort of explodes like my exploding head Memogi.

I hate the morning. I always have, just ask my Therapist. Until the sun started rising in my bedroom window last week.

As a child, I used to cry with Judy Garland every time I’d hear her sing “I’ll be Home for Christmas” in the classic Meet Me in St Louis, never really understanding what the feeling was “to be Home” for it, was.

At this this time of year, I’m usually inundated with “End of Year Appeals”. Actually, it’s a whole quarter and season that begins in October.

One of the fun/annoying parts of the holidays, is seeing my name show up everywhere. When I was a child, there were all sorts of not so nice jokes and mutations to a number of carols and songs that ended up with me cut up and strung around the house.

The Holiday season is upon us. The last few weeks before the winter solstice, which means the days will get progressively shorter and darker until they suddenly reverse.

I don’t know about you, but this year I’m having a hard time finding gratitude in my life. Which is a new and very uncomfortable feeling. Throughout my life, I’ve seized every challenge -- whether losing a job, or friends, or a partner or the support of my family or even my health to cancer -- as yet another wall to scale or storm to weather.

In 2015, I completed the NYC Marathon. I consider it to be one of the biggest achievements in my adult life, along with starting a successful social impact strategic practice, and surviving cancer a couple of times.

As COP 26 moved into its second week on Monday, and Bermuda's Minister of of Home Affairs Walter Roban was being Interviewed , I had to do my own self-review.