It isn’t often that I get a seat on the way home from work.

One day Genevieve Piturro was riding the subway to her boring day job.

The day was a “Grid-Lock Alert Day” as if it was special or different from the traffic jams we get most days.

Two ladies near me on the Chambers St. platform were discussing the recent tragic events at a Nebraska mall.

I was riding the 1 train downtown when I spotted a familiar face across the aisle.

My HR department sent a company-wide email reminding all employees that annual performance reviews are lurking. We would be concerned if these reviews actually meant something.

Zen Buddhist Master Thich Nhat Hanh defined mindfulness as keeping one’s consciousness alive to the present reality. I’ve been working on that; it’s so much harder than it seems.

I understand that it’s hard for people who get into their cars and drive to work to sympathize with the plight of the public transit commuter. Take Monday, for instance.