By Michelle Goldberg

Last month, on CNBC’s “Squawk Box,” Deepak Chopra described the usefulness of meditation for people on Wall Street. Speaking about a friend who manages a hedge fund, he said, “His entire staff meditates. I know many others now on Wall Street that we teach, actually. It makes them much more productive, because they’re centered, they’re not distracted.” Chopra was appearing on TV to promote a free twenty-one-day online meditation course that he offers with Oprah. Its theme is “Manifesting True Success.”

Meditation, like yoga before it, has been fully assimilated into corporate America. Aetna, General Mills, and Goldman Sachs... R ead it in The New Yorker

After finishing Gail Sheehy’s new memoir, “Daring: My Passages,” I revisited “Passages,” her hugely influential 1976 pop-psychology best seller about the stages of adult life. There I was surprised to be reminded that she had a brother, and that he’d been killed in Vietnam. He appears nowhere in the 484 pages of the new book, despite an early chapter about her childhood and detailed attention to her sister and parents. Of course, no memoir can be entirely comprehensive, particularly one by a person with as storied a life as Sheehy, who, in her spectacularly successful journalistic career, has written about everyone from the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi to Margaret Thatcher and Hillary Clinton. Still, it seems a strange thing to leave out.