Monthly Archives: July 2017

Keeping Secrets

I have a quote worth sharing. The writer pits scientists against journalists, and says, without apology: The people who run the media are humanities graduates with little understanding of science, who wear their ignorance as a badge of honor. The … Continue reading

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Gossip: Who’s Heaving the Rocks?

When gossip spreads like wildfire, who is responsible? I’ve been thinking about gossip at an individual level and at a grander, social level, encouraged by our Zen teacher to consider how gossip might harm. Last night we took the light … Continue reading

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This little piggy

Roast beef toe is having a hellish week. I inherited my mother’s flat feet. And I can’t blame my Indian ancestors. My Rez relatives have the most beautiful, most slim feet you have ever seen. It is as if Samuel … Continue reading

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Raccoon

The Little Thief There’s a raccoon roaming our neighborhood wearing a brassiere like ear muffs. That’s the story I tell myself. My bra’s gone missing. I washed my bra and hung it outside to dry. It was tethered to a … Continue reading

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Tempting Eve

Unplugged and Critical We spent the weekend unplugged at a mindfulness workshop. That meant no cell phones and no computers at the Zen Monastery that’s tucked in the Oregon woods. No movies, no TV, no Netflix, no New York Times, … Continue reading

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It’s what we bring that matters

For our final days in London we opted for pensione style living. Sort of what you’d expect from college students visiting Italy for the first time: not from two middle-aged professionals who could afford the Hilton. But we prefer local … Continue reading

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Soho Today

Hard to find a good cuppa but urinals prevail Visiting London today–a place where I spent my teenage years listening to pop music and rummaging through old clothes at Pettycoat Lane–brings back memories that pack an English punch: the zebra … Continue reading

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