Hey there, sexy! Look at you over there, you slowly rotting corpse. You are absolutely fabulous and also absolutely dying, my friend. Slowly—but surely. It’s the only thing we can be sure of, that we’re all going to POOF! be gone one day. In light of this supremely dispiriting notion (THANKS FOR THE MONDAY BUZZKILL, JODI),...

I’m being hard on myself (not a new thing!) in the midst of my dad’s illness (a new thing!) and I’ve had enough of myself. That makes sense, right? I’m being hard on myself for being hard on myself. Nod with me, please. What’s the opposite of self-compassion… self-flagellation? Maybe I should start a chapter...

Now that all that dry January nonsense is over, I can start talking about wine again without offending you. (If you abstained in January, I am over here raising a glass to you.) (If you abstain all year long, then I am cheers-ing you even more heartily.) What’s the relationship between adversity and a good...

Every now and then I write something people like 😏. Some people liked my book! YOU READ IT AND LOVED THE CRAP OUT OF IT, RIGHT? Some weeks I write a blog post and tumbleweed blows across our backyard here in Palm Springs (I know it’s the desert and all but tumbleweed isn’t indigenous to...

My dad had a fall (at 87, you have to call it “a fall”; for some reason you can’t just say, “my dad fell,” which is what one does when they’re under 80). Having “a fall” seems like a shitty rite of passage in your eighth decade. He’s been hospitalized and in rehab (the “get...

Look at you over there, all ambitious out of the “New Year New You” gates! You’ve got that hungry-to-crush-your-goals look in your eyes and if we’re being honest, your enthusiasm is a little daunting, Tiger. But go go go! Ride that motivational new year wave! And then brace for disappointment ranging from niggling to soul-pulverizing....

I turned 49 yesterday (FedEx is running behind, what with the holidays and all, so your gift is probably on today’s truck… yay!) and I’ve proactively decided this will be the most astonishingly alive year I’ve been around so far. Most people celebrate the smithereens out of 50, but not over here. I’m getting a...

Congratulations for not dying in 2024! 61.3 million people weren’t so lucky and ended up ... ending. So you won the Life Lottery last year, and I hope you raise(d) a glass of something at New Year's Eve to celebrate Still Being Alive. But wait—we can do better than that, right? Better than “Still Being...

You know the expression, “There are no dress rehearsals in life”? Yeah, that appears to be true. We’re all improvising on this proverbial stage of life, trying hard to say “yes, and!!” (with extra exclamation points) when we really mean “NO, BUT” (in desparate caps). It’s disconcerting to be living life LIVE (like SNL but...

Now's your chance to give the gift of death ... gifts your loved ones will never forget (or remember, if they die sooner than later). Oh, yes you did come to the right place for holiday cheer. Pour some (heavily) spiked nog, sip, and get shopping, Little Elf! You have the opportunity to wake your...

My mom had her first heart attack when she was 42 (let’s not even talk about how she DROVE 45 MINUTES BY HERSELF TO THE HOSPITAL—denial is the number one symptom of a heart attack, kids), and the year I turned that age was somewhat unsettling. I kicked the year off with great intentions to...

When was the last time you had an epiphany—a moment of sudden and profound understanding, accompanied by a high-wattage lightbulb “ah-ha” moment (or at a least a flickering of the lamp in the corner)? Those of us interested in self-development tend to clamor for epiphanies. We’re willing to pay for them handsomely in time and...