We met at a party. It was my party .. well, one I was co-hosting with my friend CJ at his beautiful, waterfront property in Annapolis. It was an odd-interesting-weird party in that about half the attendees were burners and people comfortably attired in skintight, purple lamé pants, or a furry vest, or some wild…
There is a tiny lone ant, way up high on my ceiling right now. Doing its thing. Looking. Sensing. Exploring. It's not going to find anything up there. Nor do I need to do anything about its lot, plight, mission or drive in life. It just is. And all is well.
I love the intense summer storms of Maryland.
When I was a kid, we had a front-porch swing. I could sit outside -- and often did -- as the storm's intensity surged, the thunder rumbled and roared, the lightning spiked across the sky, and the rains came.
To this day, when the summer storms come, I often…
If anyone, ever, were to create a job where someone had to wear a specific piece of clothing for 60 seconds -- or maybe 10 --and inform the clothing manufacturer that the tag was itchy AF and annoying and feel-able and there and present and impossible to ignore, then I'm just saying I could do…
I was writing this note to a friend (and fellow Empath), whom I know is "going through it" right about now. The short email became longer and I figured I'd share it here in the hope this message resonates with the -- IDK ??? -- 10, 15, 20 percent ??? of the population that leans…
I was weeding, "edging" by hand the encroaching grass around the fig tree at my mom's place, when a toad hopped out from where I was working. I paused. It paused. Toads have that stillness thing down pretty good. I was about two feet above it, watching it.
I noticed it was watching a praying mantis.…
I heard it. The woman behind me did, too.
As 11 of us traipsed into The Walrus Oyster & Ale House in Columbia, Maryland, having just sat in a clump in a sold-out theatre to watch Barbie, with most of us wearing some form of pink: myself, clad head to foot in pink, purse and sweater,…
There is something about the dust at Burning Man. It's an "in-everything, everywhere, all at once" aspect of the experience there: part foe, part friend; part fear, part fun. It's ubiquitous, unavoidable and inside every pocket, crevice, daypack, tent and shoe ... There's nowhere It isn't.
Many people speak of avoiding the dust, keeping their tents…
Friends since kindergarten (my brother and his bud Jason).And this is how they show up. Matchy-matchy. Both wearing "Filipino cotton shirts" -- one in white, one in cream -- and jeans.
I mean, how do you plan something like this so random?
There are many beautiful cities in the world.
Though none but one are Black Rock City, home to Burning Man and That Thing in the Desert you may have heard of here and there.
I've attended a handful of times. Written a book on the subject. Made a kick-ass packing list. And ran a theme…
I love ants!
I don't necessarily want them in my home, 'course, but they are quite the creatures, are they not?
I was in Costa Rica recently and found myself mesmerized with these leaf-cutter ants. I started watching them: to and fro, going out to gather leaves and bringing them back to their fungus-growing labs.
Busy, busy, busy.…
BWI to Houston airport.
Houston to San Jose, Costa -- screeech!
Mid-air and quite near the main Costa Rican airport, they turned our flight back to Houston. Something about fog. Yeah, lots and lots of fog. I wasn't particularly bothered. I mean, what can you do? (And, really, would I prefer they attempt an unsafe landing? No.)
So…
