When I was a child, the indisputable sign of spring was my father triumphantly announcing, “I saw a robin today!” We lived in the Great Lakes area, west of Toledo, Ohio, where the damp cold of winter seeped into your … Read More…
On a writers’ and editors’ mail list I belong to a question arose this week about a dilemma memoir writers often face: What do you do when you’ve written something you don’t want a family member to read, especially because … Read More…
On Saturday morning I went to my usual yoga class with Wendy Bramlett, who led us in exploring the Happy Baby pose. It’s called Ananda balasana, for those who practice Sanskrit as well as poses. We all lay on our backs … Read More…
For the first time ever, I participated in the Great Backyard Bird Count, going on through tomorrow, Feb. 16. Here are the instructions … Read More…
Walt Whitman remains one of my favorite love poets, a fine choice for Valentine’s Day. I pick up Leaves of Grass now and then and am awed every time by the sheer boundlessness of his love. The poems are a … Read More…
Today over lunch I heard the warbles of a house finch in the pine tree just outside our dining room window. Those long trills, meandering up and down, as if they could go on forever. Ahhhh! Instantly I felt warmer, … Read More…
Last night I went to hear one of our local Boulder treasures, animal scientist Marc Bekoff, talk about improving the lives of animals—increasing our “compassion footprint.” Marc is world renowned for his studies of animal behavior. For years he has … Read More…