Really—Italy 2003? Twelve years ago? As my husband asks, “If time flies, where does it go?” He’s a philosopher. He has great ideas. I love this one: he suggested I write a post about nothing, you know, Seinfeld-style. We love Jerry Seinfeld. So this post, at least this one line, is for Hoyt. Nothing, … [Read more…]
Hi readers, You may know I was swept into a cult for a time. Yeah, a really long time. Seventeen years. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen. I was recruited when I was a teenager. I was ignorant. I was … [Read more…]
I cannot write another post without honoring, today, the innocent lives in Oregon ended by a mentally ill person with guns. Mental health counselors, police officers, parents, relatives, friends, all of us bystanders around the world send our condolences, once more, to horrified, grief-stricken families. We’re all grief-stricken. Prayers do not work on … [Read more…]
You may know that I have an adult daughter: Rachel Chase. Among her many talents, she is a most amazing yoga instructor. Women my age who have taken her Gentle Yoga classes stop to tell me how healing and joyful she is. How she has helped them. What mother doesn’t melt at hearing … [Read more…]
Ireland — jade green hills, fierce winds, and neighborhood pubs — is alive with the sound of Gaelic music and modern music, too. Last May my husband, Hoyt, and I visited all sorts of pubs to hear the tunes, tap our toes, and lift a pint, bar-hopping around Dublin, Galway, Doolin, Dingle, … [Read more…]