It was bound to happen. I’m a yogi, a photographer and I Instagram (IG). Sooner or later I was going to fall into the rabbit hole of yoga photography and the 30 day challenges on Instagram. And fall I did. I realized that everyone on IG who owns a pair of yoga pants, a smart… Read More »
Every day I manage scores of relationships, some professional some personal. My day is filled with likes, friends, followers, emails, texts, comments, posts and voice mails. My social net is wide, but it may also be shallow. What am I missing? My friend David, #tmolshilshomcafe #author, always questioned my social networking wizardry. He doesn’t spend… Read More »
Asking you to read my blog is one thing, but asking you to donate money is quite another. No matter how worthwhile the cause, I dislike doing it. It’s imposing, and if my choice in charity differs from yours, I’d risk the delete button, or worse. A friend told me that my fundraising efforts are… Read More »
I’m not the jealous type, but I’m envious of my brother. His friend Charles brings him a fresh container of pomegranate seeds every week. A pomegranate is not like an apple or a banana; someone has to find it, peel it, and carefully collect the hundreds of seeds. It’s a mouth watering gastronomic experience that… Read More »
It was another networking meeting and I didn’t sleep well the night before, so I got out my pencil and started to doodle in my notebook – expecting the keynote speaker to preach about growth and profits. But she didn’t. Instead, she spoke about a fire that nearly wiped out their business and the leadership… Read More »
I’ve always been a burner and a desert man. I was raised by bonfires in the Israeli desert and today I burn a wood stove in my house, a fire-pit on my deck and a sandpit on the beach. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to the Burning Man festival in Nevada – the mecca… Read More »
After a grueling day of crew practice, my son Oren takes a nap and then, in the evening, goes running for a couple of hours with his team. He then eats his way into his bedroom and crashes until the morning practice. This pre-race routine has been going on for a couple of weeks: row-eat-run-eat-sleep-row-eat-run… Read More »
It struck me like a two-by-four. My teeth are going to fall out sooner rather than later and there is nothing I can do about it. While I was staring at a fresh set of dental x-rays, my less-than-diplomatic dentist delivered the prognoses: “Your gums are receding at an alarming rate and now the bone… Read More »
It must be a midlife crisis, but at the age of 54 I’m questioning my ability to love. Could it be that what I’ve been calling love all these years has been nothing but lust, insecurity and the need for control? I knew I was in trouble when I couldn’t tell my wife Elizabeth “I… Read More »
I vowed that my next car was not going to set tire treads in a gas station. I have a solar powered house and the idea of plugging my next car into my roof gives me a green thrill, even if it doesn’t make much practical sense-yet. Last week I prodded my partner Amir, who… Read More »
