My Handicapped Permit

I have a handicapped permit; it comes in handy when I have to park far away from my destination. Last week I parked in a handicapped space, put the placard on my rearview mirror, and went to a meeting. When I returned 2 hours later it was gone I had left the car open...

Kraft, Kamala, and Other April Fool’s

The NFL owners met in Phoenix last week and reporters peppered them about the Kraft affair. Unless you’ve been in meditative seclusion, there isn’t anyone in America who’s unaware that Robert Kraft, the 77-year-old billionaire and owner of the New England...

Caught Pants Down

A dear friend is the Board Chairman of a foundation that provides free dental care to the homeless and underserved, asked me if I’d deliver the invocation to open their Annual Meeting. It’s no big deal he said, just three minutes, but it is at 8 AM. I tried to get out...

The Digisexuals

My grandchildren have been educating me about my archaic view of human sexuality. They have expanded my old binary view, that boys are boys, girls are girls, and gender also determines sexuality. I have learned to add to my menu of sexual identities and understand...

Loving More Profoundly

Since my granddaughter’s tragic death 6 weeks ago, my heartache has been unrelenting. However there are moments in which the weight of the shroud of despair have been lightened. Surrounded by the unconditional love of my family (immediate and extended) makes me feel...

Unspeakable Tragedy, Unconditional Love

You have not heard from me for the last month because an unspeakable tragedy has befallen my family. During our Thanksgiving family vacation in Mexico, my 21-year-old granddaughter, Kyah, suffered a fatal anaphylactic reaction. It is the most profound loss I have ever...

Living Well

I was the closing speaker at the recent annual meeting of the Arizona Osteopathic Medical Association. I talked with my colleagues about my work as a humanitarian clown where I learned how to make healing connections with people in a short period of time. In...

Magical Healing Weekend

         For a guy loves to go fishing, it’s been a long time since I felt a fish on a tight line. Six months ago, at a Passover Seder, I made the decision to go to the promised land with two old friends. We set an inviolable date to go fishing the last weekend...

The Healing Corps

In 2015 I co-founded a nonprofit organization called the Clown Town Healing Fest (CTHF), a community health initiative that created public events bringing a wide array of healthcare resources together to educate people in how to stay well before they got sick. This...

Drowning in Bullshit

Is there anyone who is not infuriated or disgusted by the overwhelming political bullshit that is dividing this nation? My way of dealing with this demoralizing deluge is to shut down the propaganda machines that make me sick (no more daily news) and using the time to...