For those who've been to Burning Man (the big one) and regionals locally, there is this thing often called "playa magic." While I don't know of any official description, I'd offer it's in…
There are moments in life when you discover things about yourself.
And others.
Back in the day, I was the theme camp organizer for a lovely group of people at Burning Man (More Carrot, or…
First, to all of you who wrote on my Facebook timeline or sent me messages on my birthday, thank you! It's wonderful and overwhelming at the same time.
As one who spent…
The minutes are ticking by. Less than an hour until the proverbial clock strikes midnight and August 28th becomes August 29th.
Today, while the minutes tick on toward 12 midnight, is my birthday. I've…
It rains during Burning Man. Not much. Not often, but it does.
It rained the first evening on the first night of the first year I attended Burning Man. The rain came around 5:30…
I don't know where you stand on the subject of "your guides," or angels, or helpers or, let's just go big, and say God Him/Her/Itself, but I've had an experience or two (or…
I'm sitting here this morning, going what? what? what did I eat yesterday that has my face so puffy this morning and my body feeling a bit inflamed?
I wracked my brain (well, for…
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…
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…
There were few bugs in Costa Rica during our recent trip there -- and surprisingly few mosquitoes, given what I'm used to at this time of year in the DMV area.
…
My neighborhood.
My parking spot.
My front porch.
My door.
My hallway.
My living room, office, kitchen, bedroom and more.
My bath.
Oh, my bathtub.
My space. My home. My place.
My vibe. My choices. My home.
Yes, I loved the travel to…
Moons back, when I was in my late 20s, my brother and sister were both teaching in Namibia, and my mother--in an expression of largesse and adventure--offered to cover the expenses for the…