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Valentine’s Day often centers one kind of love — romantic love — as if it’s the measure of all the rest. But the Ancient Greeks understood something we sometimes forget: love takes many forms. In All Kinds of Love, a call back to a post I first wrote in 2015,

Of course, Bruce Springsteen found the words and wrote the anthem for these times. And the searing pain of his musical indictment is gut wrenching.

Photo: Rembrandt’s Night Watch Arriving at the Schiphol airport in Amsterdam we saw a sign:  Welcome to the Netherlands. We have more bicycles than people. Watch out when you hear ‘tring, tring’.  Aside from possible accidents, what might the impact of all those bikes be? Turns out it’s positive: human

Photo: Yorkshire Sculpture Park-  Barbara Hepworth’s The Family of Man If you are wondering why our journeying took us to Dublin, Berlin, Leeds in the UK, and Amsterdam, let me explain the context.  When we received an invitation to my grand-nephew’s bar mitzvah in Leeds, we decided to plan a

Photo: Eastside Galleries Arriving at the airport in Berlin, we immediately spotted a kiosk where we could purchase multi-day tickets to Berlin’s transportation system – its trains, subways, and buses.  If you know the board game, Ticket to Ride, it’s like that, but in real time. Immediately, it felt so

Being a native Bostonian, Dublin and surrounding towns were the ancestral homes of many of my peers growing up. So I have some  familiarity of Irish culture, and curiosity about the humor, the poetry, the wit, the writing, and traditional Irish music. We spent some of our time in Dublin

Recently my husband and I traveled to Dublin, Berlin, the UK, and Amsterdam. He dubbed the trip as “appetizer, salad, entrée, and dessert”.   While in Amsterdam, the dessert part of our trip, we passed by the sign in the window shown above “The world is a book & those who do not travel read only one page.”  Considering our previous couple of weeks’ journeys, that idea resonated with me. Traveling alters our usual lens and gently insists that we see the world differently.  This first  week of

Recently, my son gave me Dr. Jane Goodall’s Book of Hope, subtitled “A Survival Guide for Trying Times.”  During this spate of recent darkness – the murders at Brown University, Bondi Beach in Sydney, Australia, Rob and Michele Singer Reiner – I needed Dr. Goodall’s Hope, and the antidote that

When my younger daughter texted me from New York saying she couldn’t talk because she was about to hop onto a train to go see Taylor Swift’s newly released “Life of a Showgirl,” my mind raced back a number of decades to the time when my closest, oldest friend and