It started at my grandmother Rose’s burial. She and my Grampa Irving had been married for almost sixty-five years, so it wasn’t surprising when she lasted only two months in a world without him. The funeral was in late June. So it also wasn’t surprising to see a dragonfly flitting around on the warm breeze […]
So much joy here on Beach of My Heart. The fancy camera is giving me a whole new way to love this place… and to remember the beauty forever, because every year we know this is precious time that may never come again. Fear and loss are here too, always, the flipside of all the […]
“We’re spending so much energy talking about how bad things are, it can start to feel like THAT’s our activism. Instead of just talking with our friends and family about what’s bad, let’s talk about what we can DO about this election.” That’s what the awesome friend-of-a-friend seasoned organizer said on this morning’s powerful small-group […]
This morning, back on Beach of My Heart. I smiled at the memory of the driftwood log. Then blinked, and laughed out loud because I realized it was real. Time doubles back on itself in odd and beautiful patterns here. Always so much the same. New joys adding bright threads that somehow match perfectly with […]
Yesterday I got myself well and truly lost in an area with no cell service. It’s okay. That was more or less the point. I started the morning by exploring around Lake Placid, scouting locations to view the next day’s eclipse. Then I went a little further afield, checking out a couple of villages ten […]
Fifteen years with no Nurn in the world. That’s what we called him. A silly, loving name for a silly, loving man. Dan Kalikow, 3/2/43-2/26/09. But of course it’s not true that there’s no Nurn left. There is so much of him in me – I see him often in my own face – but […]
Thanksgiving. I am so grateful for all the time I get to spend in the beauty of nature. And. My coffeewalk isn’t exactly “natural,” is it? I mean, sure, the trees are real. The chirping birds are real. The blue sky is real. The way the rising sun makes patterns through the branches and turns […]
The other day I walked here in my father’s footsteps, in one of his favorite places. I hadn’t specifically meant to; I was there for my own reasons, because it’s a treasured part of my life, too. I watched the rowing teams slide along the glassy surface, and thought of him. Nurn, our weird and […]
This morning’s coffeewalk. Eleven degrees and snow flurries and beautiful. Warmed by thick winter layers, my travel mug of coffee, and memories of my father. Gone fourteen years today. Dan Kalikow, 3/2/43-2/26/09. We called him Nurn, because it was silly and he adored silliness. If you know me even a little, then you know him […]
I think maybe I stumbled into a surprising way of doing something good? It’s small now, but it might be bigger with your help. No, don’t worry, this doesn’t end with a GoFundMe… but it is about money, and how we choose to spend it. Even when we think we’re saving it. Here’s the bottom […]