A few days ago army worms ate our lawn and mold invaded Steve’s building. We were cursing the humidity. But as I left work yesterday, the warm, moist air fragranced with jasmine, magnolia, and something green breathed against my skin and I had to smile as I was enveloped and caressed by the same kind…

I am stalked by sadness in my quiet moments: when I meditate, when I run, when I do shivasana at the end of yoga practice. My mind catches me with images of my father, with questions about whether I did all that I could to save his life, with sad truths and I succumb. Sometimes…