Re-Gain

I am a Baby Boomer.  I just attended my fiftieth Walt Whitman high school reunion. I’m a third-generation Washingtonian—my father worked for Congress for forty years, and my grandfather was an economist at the USDA. I’ll soon be leaving the Edgemoor Club in Bethesda, where I’ve been a member for over sixty years—and once served as the pro. I was fortunate growing up, surrounded by adult mentors who modeled generosity and reciprocity. We still have a house in the neighborhood. I stand on the shoulders of the Greatest Generation—those who endured war, built infrastructure, and laid the foundation for prosperity. Yet I find myself deeply unsettled by what my own generation is leaving behind. With an estimated $84 trillion in accumulated wealth, Boomers hold unprecedented financial power. But what are we doing with it? Too little, I fear—for the future, for the environment, for the generations to come. I have no children of my own—just one nephew and one niece. And I often ...

I grew up as a Unitarian, so I suppose you could say I’m somewhat spiritually promiscuous. Over the past three decades, I’ve studied Buddhist philosophy with intensity and devotion.   I believe everyone can benefit from exploring Buddhist psychology. Still, I doubt the religion itself will ever become extremely popular—because most people don’t want to look directly at the sources of their suffering.   For me, becoming a Buddha—rather than simply identifying as a Buddhist—has eased my anxiety. Meditation and my reverence for being outdoors have been essential to my mental wellness. Accepting the suffering of others as also my own freed me from self‑pity.   For years, I struggled to relax and savor the moment. Part of that came from self‑medicating. Since my teenage years, I have smoked marijuana. Later, as it became more potent, I began drinking. I didn’t drown my troubles—I merely irrigated them. My anxiety only grew the more I obsessed over my...

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Self-Care Today, the world seems to get crazier and crazier. Taking care of oneself myself feel like a conundrum—yet self-care is essential. Creating an inner feedback loop that reshapes old patterns and stimulates new attitudes is paramount to moving beyond my past criticism and cultivating self-compassion.   Fostering non-judgmental behaviors motivates me to lessen my pain and encourages greater well-being. Developing and wiring this internal feedback loop can be thought of as flipping on my inner light switch.   One example of how coaching can help develop this is through the body–mind connection. You might be asking, “Why would coaching help me with fibromyalgia?” The answer lies in the feedback loop between body and mind. Pain creates physical stress, which releases stress hormones. These hormones, in turn, affect mood and contribute to depression, trauma, and anxiety. A cycle is formed: pain feeds stress, and stress feeds pain.   For many ...

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Once upon a time, the U.S. dollar reigned supreme in global finance. Today? Our once-glorious dreamboat is listing hard—on course for a spectacular shipwreck. The so-called “big, beautiful bill deal”—a phrase that sounds like it was brainstormed in a boardroom full of kindergartners—has backfired with flair. Tariffs, tantrums, and a dash of autocracy have turned the dollar into a global punching bag. Americans are now paying the price—not just in inflation and economic whiplash, but in awkward international encounters. We’ve ghosted allies, scared off tourists, and made immigrants wonder if they accidentally wandered onto the set of The Apprentice and got fired. Isolationism may be mind candy for MAGA, but it’s brain cancer for the economy. By 2026, $6.4 trillion in U.S. debt will come due. Foreign investors, once eager to hold our debt, are jumping ship. Treasury ownership has plunged from 34% in 2014 to just over 21% today. The leaking bucket has been handed off to U.S. banks, Wall S...

Our righ ts are inseparable from our responsibilities—the ability to respond to what is right and what is wrong. Yet today, I find myself asking: what part of the Constitution do we no longer understand? Everyone has an opinion, but due process seems to have devolved into a “do-do” process. The principles that once anchored our democracy now feel muddied by confusion, privilege, and selective enforcement. Over time, I’ve watched elected officials—often people of means—speak passionately about freedom. Yet if you don’t have six figures in the bank, your ability to exercise certain rights is severely limited. Even understanding the Constitution and the Bill of Rights has become a polarizing debate. There’s irony in how individual rights, especially those protected under the First Amendment, play out in real life. They often hinge not on principle, but on access to competent legal representation. If you’re poor in this country, your odds of going to jail are far higher than if...