As every seasoned writer knows—and most aspiring writers discover in horror—completing a novel is only the beginning of the work. Sometimes, it can take longer to rewrite a story than

Say the word discipline and watch those around you either cringe or nod in sage agreement. At least, that’s what happens to me. And I use this word all the

I wrote the notes for this poem on my father’s bed during the wee hours of the night, pen in one hand and his fingers curled around the other. Writing

I greeted the day with my habitual morning meditation—reaffirming my commitment to the path of enlightenment; acknowledging and atoning for my own misuse and misdirected actions, words, and thoughts; activating

In an ideal world, family relationships are such that parents care for their children and, after time, those children grow up wanting to care for their parents. This isn’t always the

I choose to end 2016 the way I experienced it, one mindful moment at a time—finding the beauty, celebrating the love, and tackling the difficult with positive tenacity. I won’t

As the saying goes, appearances can be deceiving. While I don’t look all that different than I did two years ago, the truth is that I’ve dropped the ball on

One week home from Bali and I’m still flying high from my visit to the Island of the Gods. It’s more than exhilaration from a grand adventure—although my trip certainly felt

It’s been a couple months since I posted my last Mindful Musing—months filled with poignant life events, churning emotions, and deep family love. There were sad and painful moments, hours,

Even when engaged in a solitary endeavor such as writing, community matters. Perhaps more so. How else can we truly connect except by helping one another, sharing stories, and rejoicing