I pedaled hard. I furiously rode. I rode my bike towards the edge of town. The town where I was raised, but I was still a child. I rode and rode and dropped my bike and abandoned it by the side of the field. I had not yet been to the edge of town alone. […]
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There’s a story a man has told for most of his life. He has changed the story to suit himself as he’s grown older and wiser and gained life experience. He knows the story intimately, yet he doesn’t really know it at all. While he believes in his story, he is aware that it could […]
Last weekend I spent a few hours at a Korean spa near Seattle with Shannon, one of my best friends from childhood, who was visiting for the weekend. Women (no men allowed!) pay an entrance fee to lounge in pools of water of varying temperatures, and to hang out in small rooms which contain certain minerals or substances said to […]
In the early seventies my family moved into our first house, a comfortable three bedroom ranch-style house on a quiet street where I would live for the rest of my childhood with my parents and my younger sister Julia. Living next door was a girl named Faith, who was at least a year older than me, but exponentially wiser. We […]
“The only real stumbling block is fear of failure. In cooking yoga teaching you’ve got to have a what-the-hell attitude.” – Julia Child I have long considered Julia Child to be on my list of role models. When I was a little girl in the early 1970′s, it seemed like my parents watched her on television […]
