I walked in off the street, to a yoga class billed as “Sweet Vinyassa.” It’s been a week of new places and new faces, from the moment I arrived last Wednesday night on the doorstep of a friend I’d never met in La Canada, California, to this morning, when I found myself asked to bend over backwards and let go. A week after my book came out, an e-mail appeared in my in-box: “You and I are kindred spirits,” it read, “and we would be fast friends if we were to meet.” Fast forward six months — and my…
My guess is that if you are reading this, you’ve probably seen the YouTube video I made a couple of months ago. There is a line in there that my kids like to tease me about. Well, there are a few actually. But the one that I take the most flak for is: “You learn to text, and to pray.” As my sons often point out, no one makes phone calls anymore. If I want the instant gratification of communicating with them and getting a response, they’ve told me, I should text, not call. But I’m a terrible texter….
Yesterday afternoon, I got a call from a mother in distress. The woman was a stranger to me, a single mom struggling through tough times with a troubled teenaged son. My younger son went through his own tough time at age sixteen. I knew right away how things were for her — the helplessness, the worry, the anger, the isolation, the sleepless nights. Of course, it always helps to talk with a person who’s already lived through what you’re enduring in the moment. And so, I was glad someone had given her my number and that she had had the…
