'Let's go to spin class together, mom! There's a new Soul Cycle that opened in Westport.' How could I resist my darling 29-year-old son's request? I'm an empty-nester, after all, and we don't get to spend much one-on-one time together.
If there is one kind of doctor I could never be, it's a gastroenterologist. Aside from the fact that I'm a gasbag, the reason is simple: When it comes to invasive medical procedures that involve the exploration of cavities not treated by a dentist, I don't know which end is up.
I consider myself well-educated and self-aware. I wrote a Master's thesis on issues in Women's Studies and kept my maiden name. I assumed I was one of the last people who would unconsciously work harder for a man than a woman.
Those walking by overhearing Katy Perry and Nicki Minaj blasting from our spin class may not see this as a place to learn much about the spiritual life. It can actually inform our understanding of the spiritual life, if only we have eyes to see and ears to hear.