Paul, pastry and peace

It was late August, 2002. My then-husband and I were heading to Maine for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary. For some long ago forgotten reason, we drove down Lark St and happened to notice Andrew Plummer sitting outside of what I had always known as The State Street Pub. We pulled over to stop … Continue reading Paul, pastry and peace

Down & Out in Palm Springs – a tale of dehydration

My week in the desert was very unscheduled. The only commitments I made of my time during my time out west were 3 yoga classes in Ruth Hardy Park. Beyond those 3 individual hours, I was completely winging it. I did a lot of walking, generally languidly, and a single bike ride that began strong … Continue reading Down & Out in Palm Springs – a tale of dehydration

Speaking mountains

It’s the mountains that I find most compelling. When I'm there I can’t stop looking at them, almost as if I’m trying to commit their peaks and points to memory. On Friday the mountains were shaded, something I don’t recall witnessing previously in this place which lacks little but shadows. I stared at them intently … Continue reading Speaking mountains

Desert Holiday

Or maybe I should say holidays. This year, during my brief desert vacation, Passover, Easter, Coachella, Earth Day and 420 Day are all being celebrated. It certainly makes for a culturally rich experience, something people don’t often say about time spent in SoCal. It’s been more than 35 years since I first visited Palm Springs … Continue reading Desert Holiday