Your Therapist Could Use Some Help
And our choice of words reveals us.
By Jeannette Cooperman
The Psychological Beatitudes
Stop prioritizing.
How to Meet the Girl with Kaleidoscope Eyes
Reverence, serenity, and compassion, courtesy of a mushroom? Well, what would be wrong with that? Humans are a broken species. Negative emotions wired into us for survival have run amok in times we call civilized, and now we hunt, or at least hurt, one another. It would be lovely to think we could all meditate our way to wholeness. But why not speed the process?
The Reinterpretation of the American Dream
However you interpreted the American dream, it was all that held us together.
And Why Not Look for Mermaids?
Or how the father of taxonomy persuaded the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences to organize a hunt for mermaids.
The St. Louisan Who Could Rule the World
Brilliant, he admits to an “almost delusional level of self-confidence.” Will we pay for his recklessness?
“Play Like Satie”
“Haunting” is the first word that comes to mind. The melody’s ghost lingered, changing the very air. The Gymnopédies, a word I now know means “Three Nude Dances,” were indeed bare: simple, vulnerable, tender, wistful, melancholy.
Take an Umbrella….
Mary Poppins' umbrella was all about Sufi mysticism, and a Bulgarian umbrella will kill you.
The Vanities of Age
Want to grow old gracefully? Less striving, more love.
What Old Dogs Know
Do these people not know that now is now is now is NOW?
Living at Odds With One’s Country
How do we stay plugged into a society that is fast losing any moral compass—and keep our own?
A Queasy Selling of the Family Heirlooms
I am not sure which would appall my mother more: “dip chiller” to name her receptacle for delicate, extravagant shrimp, or me asking an artificial intelligence to remind me what she taught me.