When I was first married, I lived in a laundromat. I say it that way because the apartment was actually IN the building of the laundromat, but I wasn’t sleeping on washing machines at night. During my short time there, I encountered a man who used the bathroom sink every morning to bathe and then…
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Learning to be conscious through a travel delay in a pandemic year, while mercury is in retrograde.
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On Friday I got a text from Britta with a genius idea. She proposed we meet at Mission Bay to paddle board in the bioluminescent red tide. She pointed out it would be an appropriate, socially-distanced activity and something that would be freaking amazing. I was completely in and so were three more of our…
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I’ve been on a woodsy, restful, vacation this week. I took almost the whole week off from writing. A week off from patient care. I finished an oil pastel drawing I started weeks ago. Yoga everyday! I found a studio that offers a daily kundalini class. I’ve been knitting granny dishcloths while binge watching Parks…
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I grew up in a house with four women which meant there was a lot of estrogen going around. We were pretty adept at late-night sessions, hashing out the latest crises in our lives, letting our advice spill over into the wee hours when judgment for such things is waning and emotions are running high. …
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I wanted to write this post immediately on returning from Hawaii, but for some reason, I couldn’t. Some things need a little time to settle. On our last day, Cass and I woke up early, packed up our things and drove with the top down to Pu’uhonua O Honaunau. It’s a national historic park, south…
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