Somehow - and without my permission - Cowgirl went and turned seven on me. Seven. No longer a tubby toddler or dumpling-faced preschooler ...

Traveling home from Squam yesterday I was thinking about another return trip. When Cowgirl was not quite 3 years old, we took our first f...

It's vacation time ... we're playing in the mountains ... keeping cool ... seeking thrills ... enjoying the chance to just chill ......

My body has not always been my friend. Or more accurately, I have not been the best of friends to my body. As a child I had pretty rotten ...

Singer Rocketeer gift from my father to my mother compensation for swollen ankles, indigestion, insomnia and my eventual arrival. 1962 was t...

On Being has become my favorite way of unwinding, relaxing and receiving. I have been going through the archives, picking a favorite autho...

I feel like I am on a raft at sea, dying of thirst with water all around me. Which is to say on a conscious level I am aware of a number of...

Ten years ago I attended a yoga workshop lead by the world famous yogini Angela Farmer . A friend had given me a copy of her dvd The Femin...

Still buzzing from this: "... there is a faith simply in the validity of art." (Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet ) Taking ...

I cannot begin to express how blown away I am by everyone's support and encouragement for my, ahem, little media experiment of last wee...

While Spring has been slow in manifesting, it has been on my mind for a long, long time. It seems with each passing year I anticipate the a...