Have you ever asked a little kid to guess your age? How accurate were they? I’ll bet they weren’t even close. The last little kid I asked thought I was two years old. His second guess was one hundred. I don’t blame him. I was just like him. When my grade 1 class used toContinue reading “The New Sixty”
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I wasn’t going to write about this. It’s a sensitive subject right now. I don’t want to offend anyone. Unintentionally, of course. But I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and this story has been gnawing to get out. So here goes. The four of us were out for a family dinner aContinue reading “#1race1world”
This one’s special. It’s about my dad, Ben Meltzer. He was born in Montreal. His parents immigrated to Canada in the 1920s. He grew up in the area of town known as The Main, near boulevard St. Laurent. His friends were also kids of Jewish immigrants. Their stomping ground included landmarks like Schwartz’s, Wilensky’s, Beauty’sContinue reading “Ben”
Let’s try something. Ask someone to take a photo of you. Now look at that photo and compare what the camera sees to what you think you look like. I never see the same thing as the camera. Sometimes my posture isn’t as good as I think it is. Other times I look skinnier onContinue reading “Mirror Mirror”
Golf. It’s one of my passions. So please forgive me for the brief golf analogy I’m about to draw. It was the year 2000. A golfer named Hal Sutton was in an epic battle with Tiger Woods who was then in his prime. They were on the final hole. Hal needed to choose the rightContinue reading “Be THAT Person”
It was time to put my first ever sourdough loaf in the oven. “Here goes”, I said to myself. “Will it be a success or a fail?” A pretty normal thought. You might even have had the same thought. What did I mean by “a fail”? Failure has different meanings. Some say failure isContinue reading “From Sourdough to Vince Lombardi to Yoga ….and Back”
Andy and I met in a yoga class about twenty years ago. I was a student and he was an experienced yoga teacher, but in this particular class he was a student, too. Good yoga teachers never stop being students of yoga. I liked to put my mat near his. When the teacher called outContinue reading “My Friend Andy”
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