The surprise package and note came from a friend who had sheltered me at her sanctuary in Hawaii many years ago. It started this way: “This letter has been in process for a very long time.” She expressed appreciation for my observations. She told me that...
We were at Tinello in Pioneer Square with good friends from the neighborhood yucking it up at a pre-celebration of Leslie’s birthday on a Friday night when Leslie got a call. She doesn’t usually answer the phone, any phone, especially during a good...
Today Leslie brought home a letter that she’s kept at her office for months. I reproduce it here, unedited, in honor of the commitment and devotion that I’ll be celebrating on Valentine’s Day, even if it makes me look like a love-sick puppy. (She...
I bundled up before leaving my condo on a frigid night to take Gus for his last run. Two-tone puffy jacket. Sleek ski hat. New gloves. Thick cords. I felt stylishly protected. Once out the door, Gus bolted down the ramp by the side of our building on Jackson Street in...
Every weekend, I roll to the farmer’s market. Rain or shine. Summer and winter. I’m lucky to live in a part of the world where outdoor markets are well-stocked and supported. This time of year, I go for Nash’s sweet carrots, Russian Kale or Rainbow...
It’s hard to be Leslie. Sometimes. She tries so hard to do everything and be everything. Full tilt at life until it all gets too much for her. When she gets sick, she gets really, really sick. Like many beautiful souls, she wears her luminosity lightly. And when...
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