It’s hard to explain to others how we do something. Anything. But it’s especially difficult to do it when much of what happens takes place in our own minds, hearts and guts, and with our o…
This morning I felt that I couldn’t bear this passivity any longer. I was sinking in my red plastic chair without anything to do. In those moments, when…
“That’ll be $1.09.” I hand over the last two dollars of my stipend in exchange for my favorite kind of cookie, a gingersnap, while the bakery owner and…
Kia ora. Kei to pēhea koutou? For the next ten weeks of weekdays–that’s 55 days in total–I’ll be reading & writing about each piece in Paul Loeb’s edited…
I’m from here. Well, sort of. When I was 18 months old, we moved to this small town on the Connecticut River, in the shadow of Mt. Ascutney.…