
Moving
What’s a year in the scheme of things? It’s been a big one, and I have gone way internal, and am coming out the other side. And we’re moving. Up the road to a beautiful, bigger house in Woodland Valley…

Renouncing the New Decadence
Last night A and I hung out with our good friends who have a 2nd home across the street, which they usually rent out. When they are not here, they live in the West Village, where they own a well-known…

Writing From the Middle of a Conversation You Didn’t Know We Were Having
I recently returned from a family trip to Italy. We visited Assisi, home of Saint Francis and his sidekick, Chiara, otherwise known as Clare, founder of the order of Poor Clares. She was the first woman to to write a…

My Drama is Usually Internal. However…..
I have been locked out of my blog, and just got back in just now! That’s not the drama; there is no grand conspiracy to keep me from writing about my quest to belong in the world. But I have…

Yikes: My Two-Cents on the The Zen Sex Scandals, published by the Weeklings
Some Personal Reflections on the Most Recent Zen Teacher Sex Scandal Bethany Saltman Thursday, March 21, 2013 IT WAS SPRING. I remember that. It might have even been Easter Sunday, the day after our brunch, when Dena called me….

This is My Baby-Cousin’s Chair…Take it Away, Mark Benedict!
(Art by Peter Brandstatter (1917-) My younger cousin, the blond on the far left of this Thanksgiving at Barothy Lodge family pic, on someone’s shoulders, is not so young anymore, and is graduating from Sarah Lawrence’s MFA program this spring….

Me and Joko: Really?
I am doing an experiment this week: no criticizing. Why? Because I noticed that my beloved 7 year old was busting her friends’ balls, gosh, the way I bust on hers and her dads’! Oops. So I figured since it…

Holy Humiliating: The Day I Took My Husband to My Tennis Lesson (Part Two)
{Art from ScrapHacker.com} My next tennis lesson, since The Incident, is tomorrow. I am nervous to see my coach. Why? Because last time I saw him I was fighting back tears, barely able to move on the court, purposely laming…

More on Witches
My new friend Trina and I have been having a spirited debate about feminism and feelings and rape and what it means to be on a witch hunt. I am so grateful that she has taken the time to explain…

How Feminism Failed Me (and I, Apparently, Failed It)
The backstory here is my November Chronogram column, something that I have been wanting to write for a long time: Flowers Fall: Non-Duality for President by Bethany Saltman, October 31, 2012 The policy [that legislated verbal consent at every…