This is a short story I wrote at Antioch University, called Three Dates. She hadn’t been to bed with a man in three months. She was twenty-one years old and had spent the summer of 1983 on the French Riviera. There, Leah sensed the possibility of a new kind of life that waited for her.… Continue reading Three Dates
A great long while ago, when the world was full of magic and the animals could talk, Quito (which means the center of the earth) was the name for the entire Republic of Ecuador. Quito is now the capital of Ecuador and host to some 3 million people and a four-hour flight from Miami. It… Continue reading Ecuador!
I recently wrote about circumcision as bizarre cultural appropriation and other historical and spiritual connections to the practice from my Jewish perspective. It was published on the Antioch University online magazine, The Odyssey. The best part is I received college credit for it and learned a lot along the way. You might learn something too… Continue reading Don’t You Love a Liberal Arts Education!
The most important detail I can offer you about London, Ontario Canada is that it is the 11th biggest city in Canada. This is a great piece of information, and if I meet you at a music festival, and you are adamant to know, not just where I live currently, or where I am from—beyond… Continue reading The 11th Biggest City
It is a balmy but pleasant early evening on Sunday, March 27th when my dad cruises up in the Prius to pick me up at Tampa General Hospital. He had last seen me two days earlier when he dropped me off to give birth to my surrogate baby. He’d hugged me goodbye, wished me well… Continue reading All We Need
The basics are to write what you know to be true, and if you are famous or intend for a mass audience to read your story, change a few details and/or throw the word ‘allegedly’ or ‘maybe’ in there so the reader does not take it to be a reliable concrete story/ you don’t piss… Continue reading Memories You Call Home
If I stop flirting then I am dead —Ramona Singer. Since my last break up, I have read a few books, participated in dating groups with a coach, listened to hilarious podcasts and conferred with wise friends. I’m here to share the notes I’ve taken specifically for online dating, may it be of benefit.Put your… Continue reading Emma Knows Nothing.
Always say yes to sour bread and salty butter. A few months ago I started to bake sourdough and my relationship with this ancient art has become an infatuation. In this past year of flings with not one, but two Pedro Beakman's from Bend, Oregon, I have learned I like having a muse. A muse… Continue reading Sourdough as Basic Goodness.
Sometimes I wonder: what it would feel like to be in a body with a straighter spine, an almost perfectly even bite--all the back teeth on both sides touching when clenched, a body without tattoos for strangers to comment on and having never gone to bed with anyone if drunk. How wonderful though to be… Continue reading Wonder
A great long while ago, when the earth was filled with magic—but people no longer sacrificed babies— there lived a college student named Laloma who was gifted in the ways of botany. Her mother referred to it not as a green thumb, but a green soul. Laloma was on her way to the edge of… Continue reading A Hard Days Night