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Drive-By Metta

Drive-By Metta

I don’t even pretend to be Buddhist. But, when my friend, Barbara, spoke at church recently she passed on this interesting concept that she’d learned through the folks at the Great Vow Zen monastery. “Drive-by Metta.” Metta seems to have been...
“C” is for Cookie

“C” is for Cookie

Growing up a Navy brat has its disadvantages. One of them being that my dad was never stationed close to Montana where his and my mother’s families lived. Most of my aunts and uncles lived in Montana, and all our family reunions have been in Montana. As a...
Short-shorts

Short-shorts

A short time Central Park could provide inspiration for a dozen stories. Just sitting on one bench for an hour introduced me to a couple of new characters I’m tucking away for later use. We are just two blocks from Central Park, and we are traveling with a...

String Camp

We’re in New York while Emma attends a “string camp.” Maybe it would be more accurate to say “THE string camp.” The list of instructors looks like a who’s-who of the violin and fiddle world....
Water Woes

Water Woes

Oh yes. Again. At least there’s no water damage this time.  For those of you who haven’t followed my life closely over the last few years, let me fill you in on some details. In 2006, there was a very nasty windstorm in the Seattle area dubbed the...
Dissecting the Cherimoya

Dissecting the Cherimoya

The most recent issue of Fine Food came with a Cherimoya Lime sorbet that looked too good to pass up.   We first encountered this fruit about a year ago.  We bought one, brought it home, cut it up and immediately spit it out.  It turns out that the Cherimoya is one of...

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