Light sabers. For a show at the arena. "Only ten dollas," the barker cries. Lightweight cardboard sabers in shades of pastel blue. No blinking LED lights as far as I can see. I'm hopeful the salesman is also hocking imagination, too. Hordes of children under the age of eight, a flock of superheroes wearing expressions …
Your only challenge is to go in with an open mind
The radiating heat of the desert sun feels amazing on your skin until it doesn't. A weathered cotton hat became my holy grail against the playa elements, the perfect complement to a creative armor of layered clothing and accessories. And by the end of my first Burn experience, I felt as spirited as Joan Wilder in the …
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the bittersweet truth of my sorrow
i almost forgot. but then, on the way home from a late yoga class, crossing the street admiring the barren trees casting shadows on the sidewalk everything flooded back. i remembered it was this night. i wish i could tell my friends, those who are just now experiencing the loss of a parent that every year …
8 things you might not know
The hardest substance I've ever consumed was absinthe. On a blind date that wasn't going so well, I ended up crashing the studio party for Australia and met Hugh Jackman. I'm deathly afraid of rollercoasters, especially the ones that go upside down. I have visited ground zero of four active volcanoes (and counting). Until the …
some old, some new traditions
2017 marks a year of change, new traditions for Christmas. I spend the days after the longest head cold ever, preparing Sicilian sweets, an assortment of cookies, and freshly, baked bread. On Christmas Eve, after dinner with new friends, I add an old tradition started with my Dad. We would stay up to watch It's …
The smell of Christmas is in the air
It was a big three-story house with a wrap-around porch. The crisp, breeze refreshing in the summer, was drafty and damp in winter. And luckily for us, there was a stone fireplace in the living room trimmed in evergreen pines and holly. Some of my favorite Christmas memories were with my mom and dad at …
home is where the heart is
We start talking about our grandparents. Of landing in the United States after months of hardship in their homelands, of escapes from war and terror and oppression, of arriving in this new land laden with sadness striving for a hopeful future for themselves, their children, their grandchildren. The stories are full of details of coal …
when joy is enough
Now that I make my schedule, one would think I would have more time but some reason there is less. And so this year I am behind, and after poring over layouts and templates from Shutterfly, Tiny Prints, Pear Greetings--there are too many to list--I finally choose a design and a message for my Christmas card …
What I Learned from Listening to the Program
I occasionally volunteer with an events company that coins themselves as an agent of change. Their core work is in producing live events for organizations that impact change related to women's rights, political advocacy, social justice, and the arts. Last night my assignment was at check-in and registration at the Impact & Insights Awards for the Garrison …
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pigeon pose
Routine. Rhythm. Ritual. It's good for humans to adhere to some semblance of the three.
