I have wanted an inversion table for the longest time. Ever since I first saw one, over 20 years ago, I just knew my back and hips would feel divine if I could only hang upside down for a few minutes a day.
Most of us remember the periodic table from our high school or college science class. It was that castle-like chart with all the numbers and odd letters our instructors allowed us to access during exams; the one Sam Kean, author of The Disappearing Spoon, reminds us was “less than frickin’ helpful” even if we could look at it.
One thing about living at the end of the road: the chances of finding anyone who knows what they are talking about is nil, so you quickly learn to be your own techie.
Happy Solstice to all you pagans out there who bow to the gods of lower case letters, and to my parents who married on this longest night of the year many, many years ago. It is humid and sticky here in Punta Uva, something my friends in the northern climes might find a welcome rightContinue reading “Madman or Genius?~”
Out past the big hospital,the monolith with its reflective glass facade and gun turret windowswe waited for you in the caruntil I caught a glimpse of somethingAcross the herringbone pavers styrofoam para llavar boxeswedged themselves against the curbWe walked to the end of the parking lotwhere empty paint buckets and plastic straws nuzzled rock gabions.ButContinue reading “Waiting at CIMA”
￼My husband is 6 feet 3 inches tall. Most Ticos are short, which is why we bought a certain American Standard toilet. It is called The Elderly Cadet and is a couple inches taller than your average toilet. I was appalled by the name and almost refused to buy it. I feel about it theContinue reading “Elderly Cadet~”
My mother introduced me to Artisan Bread in Five Minutes a Day a month or so ago, and it has now become affectionately known in our family as ABIFMAD. I gather the authors, Zoe Francois and Jeff Hertzberg, refer to it as AB-in-5. It really doesn’t matter what anyone calls it, the important thing isContinue reading “ABIFMAD~”
One thing I knew for certain after our dog, Kashá, died: We needed a puppy. Not a puppy to replace our dog–because there is no replacing her–but a puppy to help fill the gaping hole left behind, and to staunch the tears. A puppy to remember that life goes on after loss and that anContinue reading “A Puddle of Puppies~”
A jug fills drop by drop. Buddha~ Maybe it’s because you were an urchin, the only one to survive the litter. Or, maybe it’s because you were left on our property— your mother off looking for food— and I took you away from her before you were ready. Maybe if you hadn’t been born inContinue reading “Ode to a Little Red Dog~”
Roads to Quoz: An American Mosey by William Least Heat-Moon My review rating: 5 of 5 starsIn the coastal community where I live, a sign at the entrance of a small hotel reads: A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arrival. It sums up the difference between travelers and tourists,Continue reading “Reviewing Quoz”