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Freefalling from One Book to Another
How do you choose which book to read next? I’ve noticed some fine threads that take me from one book to another, and lately the choices haven’t been determined by my book group’s selection. Well, that’s not true. A couple months ago I read Louise Erdrich’s The Round House because my book club was reading…
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Yoga on the Go-ga
The Traveling Yoga Show The first time I did yoga (before I knew the term was ‘practice’ yoga) was when my daughter was in middle school, maybe 1999 or so. She and her friend and I went to the gym together, and suddenly I was doing a high-speed yoga workout on a Saturday morning. It…
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Enough about Tom’s Underwear
Now that Tom’s published the Big Reveal about his travel clothing, it’s time for another viewpoint. So here’s my look at my travel look, designed for comfort, effortless pass through airport security, and adaptability to climate change.* *(I refer to the old-fashioned climate changes one encounters in the course of a long traveling day or…
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Edna St. Vincent Millay Meets Jack London
Things have a way of converging. Today I stumbled across this essay about Edna St. Vincent Millay. Last week I had returned to her book of poetry, concentrating on the sonnets. Yesterday we visited the ‘Beauty Ranch’ of Jack London (b. 1876) a contemporary of Millay’s (b. 1892), more or less. London and Millay…
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Listening in Segovia
A valuable and unusual week in our travels almost got lost in the commotion between house sitting in Cantabria, Spain, and our return to the States. It was very simple: we spent a week in Segovia, talking. For 15-16 hours a day for six days in early February we conversed in English with Spanish adults…