There are places that calm one's spirits, still one's restless mind and offer comfort, solace. These are the places where I love to walk, hearing the wind rustle through leaves, watching dust arise from my steps, light leaves skipping along the path in the breeze. The sound of birds, sometimes distant and musical, sometimes close, piercing or raucous. The red-tailed hawks gliding on still wings. The occasional great blue heron, unaware of its great beauty. The white pelica
She picks words as she picks popcorn from a bowl, without looking, without effort. She threads them together as she threads beads into bracelets and necklaces, making of them something more beautiful than one might expect. A jolt of surprise when they are complete. The poems and stories she crafts are more mature than you might expect from a 12-year-old. She has a gift with words. And it was so even when she was eight. This is what wrote in response to the prompt “I Am…” Re
Eating rose petals? That concept is not as strange to me as it might be to some others. When I was a child, I remember wandering in the garden with my favorite uncle. He loved fragrances – fragrant flowers, perfumed soaps, colognes, fragrances. I watched him as he tilted his head down towards a rose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes in deep enjoyment. Then, he plucked a few petals off a rose and to my great surprise, started eating them! I stared at him, speechless. “Try
A gift card to Kepler's! I was delighted and overwhelmed at this farewell gift from my colleagues. It was 1999. I had completed my fellowship and was moving on to my first job.
Kepler's, iconic independent bookstore in Menlo Park. Absolute heaven for readers. Back then there was a large section on cooking. As soon as the idea struck me, I knew that was how I would use the gift card – on cookbooks! And what a pleasure it was to look through those shelves and select the tr