How to wake up before your one precious life comes to an end

My maternal grandfather died last week. Donald lived in Southern Maryland—where I grew up—his whole life. He was a pipefitter and computer manager who played golf and watched Nationals baseball on TV. He was also, in my experience, a very quiet man. We rarely spoke, so I never felt close to him. So, when my …

I used to think gratitude was a flowery, New Age gesture

A friend just reminded me of my gratitude for having found mindfulness meditation, this practice that’s transformed my life. After reading a draft of the book I’m writing, she asked, “Who’s your teacher?” This made me realize that I’ve done the typical “white” person thing: nowhere do I mention who taught me to meditate, as …