The South Whispers Warnings

The deep South has as much historical significance as does Boston or DC, but its whispered warnings can often be ignored.  The lessons the South has to offer seem particularly poignant today and so this is where I’ve spent the last week on vacation.  It’s not been like other vacations where ocean breezes and blue…

The Changing Season

My youngest graduated from high school last week. She spent the whole weekend at grad parties.  Hers isn’t until July; we like to drag out our celebrations.  The celebrating helps temper the feelings of apprehension, the fear of the unknown as she gets ready for college.  Yes, she’s excited about her next steps, but she…

Six degrees and volcanic activity in Santa Fe, New Mexico

Seems like I’ve been gone from my blog for forever. Sometimes you need to step off, regroup. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but sometimes, you just have nothing to say. Better to remain silent. I went back to work full-time in January, adopting a 7th grade class whose teacher resigned over the…

Women’s March 2018: Oakland, CA

We marched a year ago across the country — and around the world. I had flown to DC as had hundreds of thousands. This year, I stuck closer to home, but in the intervening year, I have continued to protest and march against an administration that seems to only care for the very rich, the…

How my new pressure cooker is blowing my mind

Mealtime just got a makeover around here. Dinner doldrums and ruts be gone . . . there’s a new pressure cooker in town. Ok, maybe I’m being a little over-dramatic, but there is a reason that the Instant Pot has become all the rage. Open Pinterest and there are countless recipes to whet your appetite;…

My Mother the Car: A series of good-byes

Who remembers the TV show from the 60’s, “My Mother the Car”? It only ran for one season, and I was maybe 7 years old, but my imagination was captivated by the notion that one’s mother could be reincarnated and inhabit the spirit of your favorite car. I remember giggling through many of the arguments…

2018: Be the Phoenix Rising

2017 — you were a hard year.  It seems as if you put all the things on the line and then took a steamroller to them. And while we are certainly worse for the wear — cracks and fissures in our humanity and our democracy — we have also proven our strength and our resilience….

Just a Blog Away: Fishermen and Poets

There is so much creativity and wonder out there in the blogging world and I need to grab more of it in 2018.  That’s one of my goals for the new year. I don’t make resolutions because resolutions are notoriously bad at holding up over time. Goals, though, are doable. Specific. They can be tracked…

With Time on Our Hands

On this last Friday of 2017, I am thinking a lot about how we spend our time — time that flies by so fast and furiously with all the “shoulds” and “musts” and lists galore. I’ve been paying quite a bit of attention to what happens when some of that pressure is lifted. What happens…

On Boxing Day: Find Respite (and movie-makers) at Rock City

When you get together with one of your best friends on Boxing Day — and your idea of a good time is NOT heading to the mall — it’s best to head outdoors.  For us, that meant Rock City on Mt. Diablo (in Danville, CA): a place where wind and sky meet rock and earth,…