Last week I went to a sports bar on 3rd Avenue with my brothers to watch the hockey, basketball, and baseball games all at once — a true bro-fest that would make my wife shutter, we found a bar that had great outdoor seating with big screen TV’s lining the sidewalk, sat and enjoyed a few beers and each other’s company, an all too rare occasion in the past year.

I’m an acupuncturist. My wife is an MD. We’re Liberal New York Jews, most importantly, she’s eight months pregnant, all of which are factors that put us in the absolute…


You cannot be truly “anti-racist” — whatever that means — until you are comfortable and honest about your relative hatred for every group, that is including your own. If you cannot see both the inherent and conditioned flaws in the group you were born into, how can you possibly see the beauty and strengths of those you perceive to be other?

Not until you understand your disgust with everyone can you truly love anyone, because you must not know them, and how can one truly love or embrace that which one does not know? And how can one experience no…


Do not take the following as medical advice. This is a theoretical relation of one individual’s experience, and you should consult a physician with all health questions.

As a practitioner of holistic medicine — an acupuncturist — some people assumed over the winter that I might be against Maxine — I wouldn’t allow the doctors to inject any foreign substances into the temple that is my body, and/or I would be fine so long as I consumed enough green vegetables. While the latter isn’t far from my belief system, neither I nor most of my colleagues were against Maxine within…


Last week, while preparing to leave the office was the first time I was reminded of this experience we were robbed of last year. As I cleaned up and got ready to leave, I could see the beautiful orange sunset reflecting, somehow off of every window in our space. I knew the temperature without checking my phone, without poking my hand out of the window, without a doubt in my mind, I wanted outside. New York’s beginning of Spring, a rare occurrence to begin with, as global warming has all but robbed the northeast of one quarter of the seasons…


It makes me sad, that for some reason most memories of my father’s true personality — before his “elder decline” — are closer to vague snippets, moments of response or general photographs, as opposed to videos of detailed dialogue and exchange. Maybe it’s because I did too many drugs in adolescence (and his decline began shortly thereafter). Maybe it was just too long ago, and within the inception of middle-age my own memory has begun to decline. Or maybe a good portion of our dynamic, in classic American patriarchal fashion, were not much more than vague snippets of response, general…


Recall the snowstorm from this week. How could we forget? If you turn on the news during any severe storm the coverage is equal to O.J. in the white bronco or 9/11 — you’d think coronavirus had been globally eradicated. OK, fine, it was 16 inches in Central Park — undoubtedly newsworthy — I even canceled my workday, something I can’t recall ever doing for weather. Unfortunately, the stories, true to news shows’ form, are generic reports of a superficial narrative, who in contrast to their claims, are never on the authentic street-level. …


Sometimes the mask gives me a headache. It pulls on my ears, which tugs on my temporal lobe, constricting cerebrovascular flow and cutting off oxygen to the brain, making it even more difficult to connect with loved ones than it already is while wearing masks. After eight months of hanging out with this constant barrier between us I sometimes suspect that I’ve forgotten how enjoyable the company of friends can be. Add to that the cold weather, the desperate attempts to brunch on the block and socialization has become synonymous with stress. I tell myself that I’m doing the right…


Last week my wife and I moved to Jersey City (from Manhattan) for more space. It wasn’t because of CoVid — we’d planned to leave the city for over a year and only had to decide whether it would be in Brooklyn, Queens, or in… swallow… deep breath… New Jersey? CoVid didn’t help my case for either of the former — neither did the garden state being my wife’s native home — still I never thought I’d leave New York, regardless of how close it is on the Path.

I’ve lived in New York City for the past 24 years…


There is a saying amongst acupuncturists: “Going to a western doctor to address a chronic illness is like going to an acupuncturist with a bullet wound.” On one hand, it serves as a diplomatic extension of recognition, that western medicine serves an important purpose. Without things like emergency medicine, heart or brain surgery and (certain) vaccines, who knows where we’d be? Dead, probably. We’d be dead. On the other hand it proclaims what most holistic medicine practitioners hold true: That if it is quality of life one seeks, not only quantity, pharmaceutical medicine is useless at best, harmful at worst.


As a child I thought the weatherman on the News was really in control of the weather. I would regularly hear my father cursing and complaining: “The weatherman screwed me out of my golf game today! Or, “I hope the weatherman lets the Yankees get the game in today, that son of a bitch.”

“Geez,” I would think. “I hope so too!” I had no idea the weatherman held so much control over the fate of Major League Baseball. Dad’s golf game, fine, I could see that. Just a handful of old fogies smackin’ it around the fairways, yelling at…

David Foster

Acupuncturist and Traditional Chinese medicine in NYC, but my first loves are writing, stand-up comedy, yoga and old-school hip hop. Davidfosteracupuncture.com

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