It’s the second day of the New Year, and I’m sitting up in bed in an old shirt, drinking parsley tea, remembering two nights ago at midnight. A group of us were down at the beach flying Chinese Lanterns when my husband called out “Thank you 2012,” to which someone else responded, “Good riddance 2012!” […]
Thugs Against Drugs and other Celebratory Things
So yesterday there I am at the Santa Monica Urth Cafe sitting by the window munching my way through the finest Half-Sized Fruit Plate ever – oh good grief those mangoes – and working on my new up-and-coming course teaching people who ‘suck at meditation’ my simple easy technique for getting all the lovely calming […]
I Heart Bukowski
Just spent two hours in a cafe on Windward reading Bukowski and writing a poem about reading Bukowski. The picture above is from yesterday, when I wasn’t feeling so Bukowski.