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Hermit crabs…why?
Last August, on our way home from our family holiday at the Heritage and Culture Camp near Harrisonburg, VA, we stopped at a pet store and bought a pair of hermit crabs. It was J who lobbied for them, because he had seen the hermit crab brought in to his after school program on pet-sharing day,…
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Resuming a good old habit
When my daughter was small, her dad and I baked all our own bread. We were a bit on the sanctimonious, vegetarian, natural ingredients, unprocessed, home-cooked food bandwagon. We probably irritated some of our friends. I know we got on the nerves of some of our family! Our main cookbooks, for many years were Mollie Katzen’s…
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So much stuff to write about…Namaste
I’m overwhelmed. There’s been so much going on. It’s hard to know what to write about. We got buried in snow. It’s melting. Yay! I feel like I should have written about that, but it’s already feeling like a distant memory. The main thought I kept having through it was that this was like the…
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Thinking about death…
…and other important things. I am running out of time to listen to all the things I have on my smartphone. Podcasts, music, audiobooks…and then there’s live radio, which is often gripping. With all these options, it’s hard to choose what to listen to. This morning, on my way in to work, I decided, among…
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Too many emails…
I’ve been hitting the “unsubscribe” link at the bottom of many of the emails I receive. A lot. It’s thanks, in part, to Google’s new(ish) mail interface, Inbox, which sorts your incoming emails into “Promotional”, “Updates”, and “Purchases”. It’s pretty cool. And it’s highlighted for me how much junk I get. It’s not spam, I…
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The Yoga journey continues…
I went to my second class of the winter session at Unity Woods yesterday. Last summer, when I decided to resume yoga classes (and, I hope, develop a regular yoga practice), I enrolled in a level I/II class that is held at 8am at the Bethesda studio. I thought that 8am on a Sunday morning…
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My Yoga Life
I first encountered yoga in the early 1970’s with my mother, watching Lilias, Yoga and You on our local PBS channel (she has a website now, and a series of online classes). She had a wonderful spare studio, and a leotard with a line on the side to emphasize her alignment. My second exposure to…
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Gone, 34 years…
I’ve been absent from this virtual space for awhile. My last post was in October and it was prompted by the book club I belong to (From Left To Write). And, prior to that, I was posting from Sierra Leone. This month, January, is the month that my father died, 34 years ago. My daughter was…
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The healing power of books
There’s no question that a good book transports the reader, and can uplift one’s mood, or leave one devastated. Such a lovely idea, then, to set up a bookseller as a literary apothecary, with the insight and knowledge to know precisely which books would heal the ills of customers strolling in among the shelves. And,…
