Heavy things: $121

I took a trunkload of things to Play It Again Sports recently, hoping someone might find value in them. Some of these things I had owned for over 20 years. I had thought maybe I’d need them in the future (Rollerblades). Maybe a part of me still needed to hold them close, as a part of my…

Live theater is good medicine: a year at the Guthrie

This week, as I wrap up my first year of season tickets to the Guthrie Theater, I find myself addicted to the music from new Broadway musical, “Hamilton.” It plays in my car and from my iPod during my short runs lately, and earworms from the musical fill various filler pockets (i.e. waiting for coffee to brew, walking the…

A four-bear trip: Glacier National Park 2016

So, campfires. Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine.   a hundred summers snowmelt        rock        and air hiss in a twisted bough.   sierra granite; Mt. Ritter— black rock twice as old.   Deneb, Altair windy fire –Gary Snyder,  1968 from “The Back Country” Just over 10 years ago at our wedding,…

Garlic Soup

Food, glorious food! We’ve been cooking more. Or, more accurately, Steve has been cooking more. I’ve mainly been sitting more, lately. And swimming. One especially delicious dish he made this week was from  Plenty cookbook, and it’s pictured above. His modifications: use bottled harissa, add a seedy, add soft whole-grain pita as a side, and add a dollop of…

Come with me

The Pasture by Robert Frost I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too. I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young, It totters…

Surf Love: Troncones Lesson Number One

To the immense embarrassment of my brother and sister-in-law, with whom I share a lifelong love of and skill in downhill skiing, I learned how to snowboard, about ten years ago. It’s what you do when you’re a skier who grew up skiing in Washington State, Oregon and Idaho but who now lives in Minnesota….

Packed into my chest

I found an even better resource for regular inspiration-via-verse than the Poetry app: the poem-a-day email newsletter. Today’s edition delivered this timely piece, given my travels last week to see Mom safely through her heart surgery: