In the year, 2000, I wrote a book for a South African long-distance cycling champion, Johnny G, called “Romancing the Bicycle.” After a punishing race that lasted three thousand one hundred miles, he had a dream of creating an indoor training program that would...

I found an unusual article written by a reporter for Reuter’s Daily News. A few minutes before noon, a trio of Buddhist monks in their orange and red garb were headed to the Golden Arches. Not the gateway to heaven. They were on a break from the work they had...

This may sound shocking or frightening, but we’re never going to get our act together. We try. We visualize. We sit in meditation. We chant. We do breathing exercises. We plead our case to a higher power. We read spiritual and self-help books. We try to forgive and...

I had a writing client, Laura, who considered herself an expert in relationships. She and her husband, Brian, led three day workshops and the two of them were so in synch, it was enviable. Their focus was on hanging in there and learning the communication skills...

In 1967, I was in Bologna, Italy, performing with my ballet company. In the particular ballet we were doing that night, I emerged from the wings and took a step onto the stage on one toe,pirouetting and balancing and then letting my weight slowly settle until I...

Some years back, I was in a meeting with Magic Johnson to discuss a book he wanted to write about business. He told me he’d had two ambitions in his life ever since he was young. Basketball and business. He had accomplished the first one and become a champion. Now he...