- New England,
- December 03
- LK teaches yoga and meditation. She has written a musical, SLaM the Hockey Rock Opera, produced in New England, which is in development for an off-Broadway run next year. She is currently finishing her first novel and also writing a memoir about the business of yoga.
MY RECENT POSTS
- Drafting Lance Armstrong
November 14, 2012 09:58PM
- Occupy This!
September 16, 2012 02:56PM
- I....love a parade
July 06, 2012 12:23PM
- Supreme Power corrupts
July 05, 2012 02:52PM
- Nothing to Say
June 26, 2012 09:40AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I felt the same
June 22, 2012 10:26PM
- “especially love the mud
dogs! nice year...”
December 22, 2011 04:33AM
- “wise, sobering and
lucid. so many hard truths to
December 22, 2011 04:30AM
- “thank you for lamenting
Ferguson's platform. That an
and I agree.
December 16, 2011 07:35PM
- “ha ha (gulp!) ha
December 15, 2011 12:10AM
- MY LINKS
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I have to step in here to defend Lance Armstrong after the current, dispassionate discussion in this Sunday’s New York Times about the ethics of either continuing to revere anything Armstrong did or to resign him completely to the trash heap of infamy.
I cry foul play. Peopl… Read full post »
Summer is almost over and the election at hand and where is the Occupy movement? I know it ended last year with ignominious results. People getting beaten, tear gassed, dispersed. It seemed our own government, the home of the free and the world-wide self-p… Read full post »
I’d been in Vermont a few years now but I’d never been to a Montpelier Fourth of July parade held annually, on the third. How to describe the unique blend of people, acts, floats and paraders? Queer, in the original sense of the word, meaning strange, and odd, an… Read full post »
You know in the school yard how its almost impossible to get one kid to apologize to the other and admit he was wrong? Think about how hard it is yourself, when your boss or your spouse accuses you of doing something wrong, especially when you know they’re right. Its… Read full post »
There is such a glut of words out there. Tweets and blogs and posts and articles, not to mention magazines, books and newspapers. Who has time to read this all? And more, who has time to respond?
As a writer, I’m always looking at the world through the filter… Read full post »
Mary Aikenhead and I drove cross-country in Chicks ‘N Honey, a 1971, pale yellow, VW Bug. License plate, 555CNH
After various and convoluted sojourns including several weeks in Colorado - an amiable parting of ways with Mary in Telluride after the Blue Grass Festival and/… Read full post »
Survival of the fittest is ingrained in us from fourth grade science class on. We are taught about the shortages all around us and implicitly, how we can survive by competition.
We compete from a young age and for all of our lives. We compete for spaces in… Read full post »
Walking through the woods today, anyway,
in the rain, hood over my head
acting like a shell. The drops
pinging off and onto my body
soaking into my legs.
The dog ambles, wet too,
flicking droplets in a spinal furling
every so often.
And all of the sudden
among… Read full post »
This is what it’s like to ski through the burn.
The snow covers everything, heavy and still. It holds the ground, tacked down with animal tracks. Large holes from elk, small rivets from ground squirrels and chipmunks. Dotted skids of birds and mice.&nbs/… Read full post »
I walked down the streets in a suburb of Sydney, Australia feeling how blessed I am, and feeling how tenuous every moment of life is. I walked along avenues in downtown Sydney, in view of the famous opera house and the gorgeous bridges and gardens. I walked along beaches in towns/… Read full post »
Human beings have a mixed relationship with mice. We have Stuart Little, the perennial children’s favorite, and champion of equality everywhere. Ganesh, the Hindu elephant god of obstacles rides a mouse, attesting to his humility. Watching mice has been likened to our ab/… Read full post »
She paused, gazing without expression at the smoldering, unfiltered cigarette she held between her fingers, then said, "You know, the thing about love is ..."
“..Wait, wait!..shh....don’t say another word.”
She turned toward him,/… Read full post »
My mother told me once that my vocabulary was shabby. Embarrassing really for an educated girl of educated parents. Why, she herself did crossword puzzles every day. You wouldn’t see her losing her mind to age.
But I didn’t care. What need had I for/… Read full post »
The thing that changed my life when I moved out West was this: Back East I spent time in the woods. I went hiking. I went on a six week bike trip to Prince Edward Island when I was fifteen. I went for walks on beaches and in parks. /… Read full post »
In the darkness of the Northern Lights Saloon it was hard to know what I was really thinking. My mind was always full of thoughts of love and darkness is a cover where common sense and reality can hide. I can always find a way to excuse/… Read full post »
My first psychic experience happened when I was 10 years old, sitting in the car with my ‘big sister,’ from one of those befriend a poor youth programs. It was just before Christmas and we were exchanging gifts. I knew, as she handed me the box, that there/… Read full post »
When I lived in a small town in Canada I signed up for a class called, “How to draw what you see.” The teacher gave us paper and pencils and sharpeners and tables with our own lamps on them. Our first task was to look away from the/… Read full post »
Sourdough must be fed. It is insatiable. You cannot deny it. I don’t know what would happen to my sourdough starter if I stopped feeding it. I have gone on vacation for a week at a time and left it alone in the fridge. When… Read full post »
Ermine is the fur of royalty. The silkiest of textures, pure white with a single black point on the tip of the tail, these furs are what adorn the capes of kings and queens.
The ermine is also a rodent. Its more familiar name is weasel. It is a/… Read full post »
I didn’t research the bees at all before I got them. Not like I researched the chickens. Or the sheep, the cow and the horse, which I’m still researching. The bees I just bought. Two hives of Russians from an apiary near Lake Champlain, about halfway… Read full post »
I got on the plane with no agenda, just a ticket in hand and a journey in mind. My best intentions always packs a book to study: Energy Medicine this trip, or a yoga sutra translation. But as soon as I hit the backpackers’ in Puerto Limon, Costa… Read full post »
I was raised a nice Jewish girl in central Massachusetts. We were Reform Jews and only went to temple on special occasions, like bar mitzvas and weddings. We even had Christmas stockings during my mother’s hippy- feminist-experimental phase. We ate bacon. I did go to Hebrew school every… Read full post »
One day last month the Aunties came to visit. Or maybe it was the month before. It's so hard to remember these things these days. Two of them live in southern Vermont, in Newfane, in an old restored farmhouse. One of them… Read full post »
Walking past the bumper sticker on my mom’s car, my friend remarked, “Hope and Change, ahh. Remember ’08?”
“Oh, the hope,” I agreed, and we both shared a nostalgic sigh, for a time, not so long ago, when we felt truly hopeful, when the energy/… Read full post »