Coming in from my daily walk, I shut the door behind me a little harder than intended. Somewhat frantically I peel off my Hawaiian-print mask and drop it in the bag of contaminated-clothes, destined to be washed in hot soapy water later tonight. I take a deep barrier-free breath. My shoes come off next and
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Garlic & Gooseberries/Wednesday Wandering: Gilroy Garlic
When I was a child in California, my family often went camping. So many images are woven into the memories of those early days, our car pulling a trailer over miles of highways, the scent of pine trees in the campgrounds, the barren, dry hills of southern California. Somewhere in the basic vocabulary lessons of
Read on »Wednesday Wandering: Downtown Chicago
On a recent quick trip to Chicago we were faced with a challenge: how do we capture the essence of this city with only one day set aside for sightseeing? True to form, we had already planned a few meals to capture the flavors: deep dish pizza on arrival, reservations at a famous steak and
Read on »Wednesday Wandering: Walking the Labyrinth
When a good friend of mine asked recently if I knew anything about labyrinths I had to pause. If I had thought about them at all, I guess I had always thought of a labyrinth as some sort of dark scary maze from which one might never emerge. My friend is someone who is drawn
Read on »Wednesday Wanderings: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow House
A few steps past the bustling urban center of Harvard Square, Brattle Street leads into a quiet, leafy tree-lined neighborhood. The beautiful old stately mansions put one in mind of another era, a more genteel time, and it wouldn’t surprise me to see a horse and buggy come down the street, or to hear the
Read on »Waning Light – A Photo Essay
Fiery ball dropping Busy with my indoor tasks earlier this afternoon, I received this text message from my husband: “Go outside. It’s beautiful” I looked out the window and saw blue sky. Catching his sense of urgency, I was quick to put on my walking shoes to be out in what could be our last
Read on »Iwo Jima and Gratitude
On my recent trip to Washington, DC I stayed in a hotel in the concrete jungle known as Rosslyn, Virginia. With its high-rise office buildings and hotels it lacks the red brick charm of its neighbor, Georgetown, just one mile away across the Key Bridge, but it is very close to one of the area’s
Read on »A Spring Day in Manhattan
I have spent quite a bit of time in New York City over the years. Slowly, despite my lack of a navigation gene, I have developed a general sense of the geography, from the Upper Eastside where my husband’s sister and her family live, to the East Village where my son attended college. I am
Read on »Kundalini and Creativity
I am the least athletic person in the world and yet I am prone to athletic injuries. I tore my meniscus just getting out of bed. I sprained my ankle walking home from a particularly lovely dinner out. So, as you might imagine, I am not very successful at sticking to my frequently renewed vows
Read on »A Blustery Day on Cambridge Common
After a backbreaking Sunday of quilting – don’t laugh, quilting can be backbreaking! – I decided to take a walk down to Cambridge Common in the late afternoon sun. It was 37 degrees and windy, which of course made it feel colder, but the sky was blue and the sun was bright and my
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Boston is full of all kinds of history. Walking the streets of downtown, you know that the feet of revolutionaries walked there before you, and gathered in pubs nearby. I love the mix of old architecture with new, and the fact that many of the businesses are not chain stores, but small businesses that have
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