Signposts pointing to a more truthful way of life pop up in the Rockies where I least expect them. For instance: in an email from Netflix last week.

"We're sorry," the subject line said.

Wowza, did that upgrade my inner life in a flash!

A computer snafu had delayed the...

Another year. Another's Women's History Month. And still no alternative for "Ma'am" - three letters and a squiggle that I loathe beyond measure. The "polite term for women" that so does not describe the spiritually youthful, if age-accomplished, Me.

Oh, ladies, chicks, and dames of the HuffPo! Am I...

Last fall, my dog and I moved to a rural Rocky Mountain house-share from our Brooklyn apartment. On our first Rocky day, I stepped on something spiky in our meadow.

My new housemate pronounced it a cactus. "This is a desert," he added, before heading off to juggle fire in...

Dear Huffington Post readers:

Is my housemate's recipe for Pancakes with Berries, below, really better than sex?

In the name of scientific research - and an unresolved housemate debate - we'd love for amorous/foodie HuffPost readers to try both, and chime in.

In case you're wondering how this burning...

I think New Yorkers come in two flavors: True-Yorkers and Thru-Yorkers.

Until last fall, when I traded in my rent-stabilized Brooklyn Heights apartment for a Rocky Mountain house share, I could have sworn I was True. Just like you, perhaps?

True-Yorkers move to the city to "find their purpose," like...

In my new Rocky Mountain hometown, the Stone Age meets the New Age. Friends here believe that physical injuries carry spiritual messages.

As a former New Yorker, I have my doubts. I believe emotional ills can manifest physically, of course. And I'm fascinated by the holistic idea of a body-mind...

Five weeks ago, my dog and I moved to a shared house in the rural Rockies from our one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn. Life since then has been a case of geographic loves-at-first-sight.

The small wonders of my new home leave me giddy and grinning. Huge landmasses redefine possibility and...

Two months ago, my dog and I moved into a split-level rural Rocky Mountain house-share with three single straight guys from our singleton's one-bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

In those two months, I've noticed that while my guys can bake pies and shoot guns, they keep missing the target when it...

This Thanksgiving, wowza, am I thankful.

After 17 years of semi-subletting a one-bedroom Brooklyn apartment, my dog and I moved, sight unseen, to a 1970s ranch house with three single guy housemates. The house is located off a major highway, five miles outside a Rocky Mountain town.

It's...

The dog and I woke up this morning to the sound of credit card commercials perking on our alarm-clock-radio.

Finally, there's a card that lets you tap and go so you can speed your purchases! a friendly, young-sounding guy told us at one-minute after the hour....

Two cultural forces collided on my desktop this week:

1. A series of email etiquette questions, mournful to inspiring
2. The idea that an inner voice of wisdom abides in each of us

"Why not combine the two?" I said to the dog. She didn't answer. So...

This bumper sticker caught my eye as I was walking the dog to work:

"Dessert is the Highest Form of Patriotism." - Thomas Jefferson

On closer inspection, I learned, I had mis-read the first word*. But while the illusion lasted, life seemed so much sweeter!

"If only!"...

Great news on the health care front!

A member of my immediate family got full reimbursement for the great treatment she received from her primary care doctor and a specialist.

Color me jealous! I thought to myself, as I pulled her check from my mailbox.

"Sit!" I...