I've been trying to practice mindfulness more regularly. This practice was made easier, because a drop-in meditation studio opened near my house. You can swing in silk hammocks, feeling weightless, while the instructor guides the practice in a soothing voice. The first time I went, I...
It all began last Saturday over blueberry pancakes. As the girls were eating, I stated, in an Eeyore-sounding voice, “After breakfast we have to run a few errands. We have to buy toothpaste and we have to put gas in the car...
Falling asleep in the first five minutes of anything is typically not a good sign. Unless it’s a massage—and then falling asleep instantly is a sign of blissful relaxation. I should clarify: It’s only relaxing if the massag-ee, as opposed to the massag-er, is the...
We stopped at an ice cream shop in a tiny town in Colorado. The ice cream tasted extra good on this sunny day, and we enjoyed our waffle cones filled with creamy deliciousness while sitting outside. The exterior wall of the ice cream shop was painted...
I had the best sleep of my life last night. In DC for a meeting, I happened to be staying in the same place as a team of teenage soccer players who were preparing to play in a tournament the next day. After a nice dinner,...
I am an observer. I could spend hours people watching. The intersection between being an observer and social media is an interesting one. I post very infrequently to Facebook. My criterion is strict and almost impossible to meet: Is it a special event such as...
I chuckled a little bit to myself as I went into the pantry and grabbed four more Oreos from the plastic sleeve. My seven-year-old was having an ice cream social at her school, and she was assigned to bring an ice cream topping. She chose...
I walk into the airport bathroom behind a woman who is on her phone. She’s showing no sign of wrapping up her conversation. Oh good grief, I think, She is going to be one of those bathroom talkers. I do not like bathroom talkers (I would say “hate,”...
I love the bi-directionality of the Uber rating system. I rate the driver; they rate me as a passenger. I get an unbelievable amount of joy from seeing my rating increase. It is a source of pride. Judge me if you must, but I am...
There are very few times when I feel like being called “Dr. Forcehimes,” and it’s never related to a professional setting. When on a business call and someone introduces me as such, there is an extended pause where I think, Who is that? A doctor is...