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Burning Man
Once a year, on Labor Day weekend, tens of thousands of participants gather in Nevada's Black Rock Desert to create Black Rock City, dedicated to community, art, self-expression, and self-reliance. They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever. Burning...
Sky Blue Pink
The sunset last night was sky-blue-pink, a phrase that resonates from my childhood. In a preteen directorial phase, i scampered about, mustering my siblings and neighborhood kids to enact plays. The flagstone patio of our backyard was a stage with a view of the river,...
Geezer Rock
We are devotees of Geezer Rock: we can't help it that we're 'older'. Our concerts are fewer and far between, the venues smaller and less grandiose: we can't help it, the rock we prefer is 'older'. Close-up seats are no longer vital, because the aging artists' faces...
One-up womanship is a pain in the butt
Yesterday I met Predatory Pam for tea-and-me-and-thee. I hoped for mutual benefit. When I arrived, in an area not in my 'hood, she was posed in front of the coffee shop window, as if ensconced on a throne, well perched and poised, ready to - Strike. Me. Out. Her nose...
Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock
How would you have liked to awaken to the "Star Spangled Banner," rendered on guitar by a black guitarist, one who invented a new way to work the strings with his overlong thumb? One who famously set his guitar on fire, actually as well as metaphorically. If you were...
Benefits of a Book
For three years I've been writing a book, a novel activity for me - I highly recommend it. The title, STASHES, came from the Lord above, I swear. It just infused, floated into mind, with narrative arcs imagined, bit by bit over time. The prompts and...
The Great Walk
I carry in my wallet a picture of a heart: a schematic of my dad's blockages and remedy shunts. On the back, listed in his own hand, are the dates of his pacemaker operations. It's a small plastic-coated card, meant as medic alert, the size of Master Card and its...
Feeling Tready
Are you aqua-fit or aqua-fat? I don't have to choose: I am both. You see, my mindful fitness routine includes water aerobics. I've just attended my 100th class. Feeling tready, I am. However, my unmindful imbibing infuses its own routine: each week I lose three pounds...
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