…eggplant? Not quite what you might have expected, right? Well, neither is my neighborhood. This morning while I was walking Jeter, a woman around the corner was tending her front yard vegetable garden. We exchanged “good mornings,” and she complimented Jeter on what a good dog he was. She asked how old he was and … Continue reading The early bird catches the…
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Mantra for a kitten. And me.
My last full day in Nafplio was a difficult one. The well being of the tiny kitten I felt compelled to care for weighed heavily on me. There were tears and I felt mentally and emotionally occupied much of the day. My appetite disappeared and the indulgent last meal I had imagined with anticipation lost … Continue reading Mantra for a kitten. And me.
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
I’m tired of this country
I’m at a point in my life when I’m really thinking hard about what my post-career life is going to be. I’ve worked to position myself in what I hope to be a reasonably comfortable existence. My modest 2-family home will be paid off in about 6 years and I have no other debt. Beyond … Continue reading I’m tired of this country
Mother’s Day reflections
The photo of my mother and me below was given to me a few years ago by my brother. I was probably about 2 years-old in the picture, perched on her lap in a cute dress and a halo of hair in the same shade of red as the one she had transformed her previously … Continue reading Mother’s Day reflections
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
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