"I play basketball," a trainer in the gym told me. "I ran cross country in middle school, but now, I play basketball." "They run cross country in MIDDLE school?" I asked, eyeing her tight little 20-something body that has about 10 percent body fat (I asked). That didn't happen in MY junior . . .
It was the late 1980s, before Starbucks, and before Borders and Barnes and Noble. A girlfriend and I spent quite a bit of time in Capitola and I became acquainted with the Capitola Book Cafe. I was enthralled. A bookstore that served coffee drinks and pastries? I'd never seen a place like . . .
Isn't a book group actually a party? That's what I think, anyway. The truth is I'd much rather read a book than attend a party. By a long shot. And I've always been that way, ever since I learned to read. Purrrr.... it's a scene that requires a cat, I think. Or a calm dog. And time, sweet time. . . .
Sometimes we forget how far we have traveled while we are looking ahead to the next steps. Good to lie down and remember what it took to get this far, all those karmic hoops we had to jump through, all those overcomings. Good to stroke our face with love and to remind ourselves how much courage it . . .
I love the way Deborah McKinlay writes. She could write a laundry list and I'd read it. Her first novel, The View From Here, was everything I love in a novel. It had fascinating characters, an interesting setting and a fairly complex plot with a surprise ending, at least to me. So it was with . . .
Detachment is a tool. It's not a life. We can only float away and witness our pain body for so long before we have to come back down into the temple and work with what lives inside of us. The grist for our healing and spiritual transformation is not out there- its right here, in our . . .
"You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch- it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if . . .
Today's the day. My essay about a very dear woman friend appears in this anthology that got released today. It's called 50 Ways I Love His Mother and I believe it's one of the best essays I've ever written. And like most of my best writing that sells, it wrote itself. Can't explain how that . . .
A new documentary on author JD Salinger is out. Shane Salerno worked on it for an entire decade and finally, it aired at the Telluride Film Festival not too long ago and Salerno headed up a major PR push. Reviews, though, have not been good, characterizing it as a breathless, hyped up film with . . .
I was just two years old when Poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti founded City Lights bookstore in North Beach section of San Francisco. It was 1953 and no one could have predicted where the Beat movement would take literature. Ferlinghetti is now 94 years old--still alive and kicking in San Francisco. He . . .