Above us was a canopy, the stretching arms of cedar and spruce and Douglas fir. We knew to follow in silence, watching our steps, heads bowed. We were in a temple.

I remembered Patel’s words, “Surrender is not giving up, it is worship.” “Show me how to step, ” I said, “so that it pleases you. Make me one with you and also this land. Be with me.

It comes back all at once: a woman on a beach, a tree, a wind that calms, a rain that cleanses, but does not wet.

His youth carried his words and lit the room with an optimism. “India is like our home, ” he said, “our spiritual home. Even before we get here there was that feeling.

The price we have paid for expecting to be so much more than our ancestors is a perpetual anxiety that we are far from being all we might be.

The thought of you makes my heart melt.

Whatever came to him was good. It was life. It was knowledge.

Money doesn't buy happiness, but it does pay for therapy.

We haven't slept together. But we've napped

Social media is the ultimate canary in the coal mine

Wes Clark put forward a middle-class tax plan, but it only helps a quarter of middle-class families, none without minor children at home. And mine helps 98 percent of the middle class.

The only thing I'm afraid of is bees. I don't like bees. I'm allergic to them.

In love there is no status quo.

I guess there is no two races of people in worse repute with everybody than the international bankers, and the folks that put all those pins in new shirts.