Beware of Food made with “Real Fruit”

Beware of Food made with “Real Fruit”

Driving north from Santa Clarita is a billboard advertising McDonald’s new smoothies. They’re made with “real fruit.” Momentarily I wonder as opposed to what? Plastic fruit? Imaginary fruit? Then it comes to me: artificial fruit flavorings. . . .McDonald’s is implying that their smoothie is healthy choice although it’s not. grrr Beware of food made […]

Off the Hook

Off the Hook

Imagine a girlfriend who rolls over in the middle of the night, shakes me out of sound sleep demanding (not in an indoor voice) she needs food. I ask you dear reader, will you marry this person? It’s not like she pulls this crap once in a while. Let’s say the first year we’re together […]

Always be a Unicorn

Always be a Unicorn

Always be yourself. Unless you can be a unicorn. Then always be a unicorn. ‘Cause, you know – unicorns are cool. An earnest young Buddhist gives dharma talk. Though she’s studied, learned, educated for heaven’s sake, her talk reminds me of unicorns, raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens. She implores me to consider the […]

Awareness Becomes Consciousness

Awareness Becomes Consciousness

I love the famous short story “Why I live at the PO” by Eudora Welty. It revels in “bias narrator.” Our first-person narrator is a cantankerous, opinionated Southern woman. She’s an awful person. A total bitch. I don’t need a BA in English lit to figure out that not everything my clever narrator tells me is true. […]

Research Ain’t What it Used to Be

Research Ain’t What it Used to Be

At the risk of revealing my true age, I remember the time when research required primary sources. These days my primary source is me. Anything I personally remember reading from my pre-internet youth, even vaguely, the idea only partial – I can instantly fill in the missing pieces via google search. Google indistinct “all-happy-families-alike.” Google out […]

Stiff Upper Lip

Stiff Upper Lip

My stiffness stands me in good stead, brings structure, integrity to my yoga. Yes, even when my poses look very ugly, my postures have internal support. This innate lack of flexibility allows me to reach, stretch, engage to my heart’s content. I have a few joints that hyper-extend but for the most part I’m unable […]