“Is this one of your crazy ideas?” my 10-year-old asked, as I hurried her to put on her shoes with promises of ice cream.
I had been sitting home watching CNN’s coverage of the Pope’s mass at Madison Square Garden when I snapped. Minutes later, after having bolted from my downtown Manhattan apartment with my daughter Savannah in tow, I was shoving us both into a packed #2 train and headed toward the 34th Street subway station.
In the summer of 2000 I did a weekend workshop at the Omega Institute with Wayne Dyer. I was in my “New Age period,” devouring all the best-selling books by the top spiritual and self-help experts of the time. Because I live in New York, most would eventually drop-in for a lecture or workshop, so I got to meet such key players as Louise Hay, Shakti Gawain, Deepak Chopra, John Gray and Marianne Williamson; however, no one could command the audience’s attention like Dyer
What struck me about those two days I sat listening to Dyer lecture in the sunlight auditorium at Omega is that he spoke without notes or prompts. He could eloquently weave words together to explain ideas on universal energy, self-actualization and spirituality and never pause. His presentation was seamless. There was also something about his energy that felt very calm and grounded.
If they made a “Real Housewives” show about primates it would likely resemble “Monkey Kingdom.” Disneynature’s latest flick has all the components of a great primetime reality show: exotic location, family squabbles and females jockeying for social status. Couple this with breathtaking photography explains why I loved “Money Kingdom.”
If you were to ask my daughter to rank world problems, I am sure having the pickle touch the grilled cheese is among them.
There seems to be a “day” for everything, so why not a “National Peanut Butter Lover’s Day,” right?
Seriously, as a peanut butter lover, I hardly need a reason to eat what I consider to be a near perfect food. Smooth, creamy, or crunchy, I’ll eat the stuff right out of the jar. The hell with spreading it on any bread, celery sticks or whatever. That’s why when I learned that Unilever took peanut butter, and paired it with another one of my favorites — ice cream — I knew they had struck culinary gold.
Rarely is there a television show, much less a movie, that both my 9-year-old and I can agree on. Our preferences are wide and varied as they come, with she leaning more toward Disney Channel and me CNN. It was a complete surprise then to find that we both loved “McFarland, USA” and gave it a thumb’s up.