It seems odd to say that I had missed silence, but it’s true. I didn’t realize how much before a recent trip to the desert. Valentine’s Day saw me heading out to a place close to Death Valley. I’ve never really been in the desert. I’ve driven through fairly barren places on my way from
There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t see some article about the incredible benefits of meditation. From “100 Benefits of Meditation” to “7 Reasons You Should Meditate,” I have been inundated with tips about how my aging brain will thank me for sitting quietly in the corner and meditating.
I’m sitting here in the dark—a gigantic ball of stress and angst, if you ever saw one—contemplating life (as you do at 5:00am). I’m exhausted. My eczema is out in full force. And I’m pretty sure that there is absolutely no way that I can justify drinking this early. I mean, even having a mimosa
Oh, I kid. For instance, I don’t have a full time job, so that first one applies every week. And I don’t think anyone can deny my gratitude to the makers of fine wine.
In an ideal world, I think I should always live like a blood test was right around the corner. Now you all might live well every day—you might exercise regularly, eat all your leafy greens, never partake in a glass of Pinot Noir and get at least eight hours of sleep a night. Also, you