When I was 13 on my way out the door to play tennis with a boy my father yelled, “If you want him to like you, let him win!”

In 1977 when I was a suburban housewife, I found Ram Dass’s landmark book Be Here Now on a friend’s shelf.

My friend Jaime told me to soak the golden raisins in brandy and place them around the Le Tur cheese after she saw me at a party.

The day I came off the mountain having hiked Yosemite with 12 young women guides, I understood for the first time that life is a dance.

Recently, I booked a flight online and while filling out the form I found myself scrolling and scrolling down to my birth date.

My cousin Ethan (by marriage) who is 6’6” and played professional basketball for a league in Israel in his younger days, says what’s the point of playing anything if not to win?