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A Reminder of the Importance of Small

I’ve been thinking a lot about the power of small lately. Over the most intense year of the pandemic, when for days at a time, except for long walks, Stephen and I stayed at home, it became abundantly clear how noticing small moments of beauty 

Practicing Small

Practicing Small

I have a confession: this is the first time since the beginning of Covid 19 that I haven’t been able to isolate a moment of joy within all the uncertainty and anxiety. Not because I haven’t experienced anything positive. Quite the opposite. Life has opened 

A New First

Stephen and I have been doubly vaccinated for a while, and last weekend we had our first indoor dinner with friends—at our house! I’ve never been a dinner-party person. Not that I don’t enjoy good food and company. But I’m a perfectionist, prone to worry 

Attention to Small

Attention to Small

When Stephen and I attended a mindfulness workshop this weekend, we were given a “bio” break after an hour and a half, and told to return to our screens with a bit of fruit. I had just bought a sac of organic Sweeties—those intensely sweet 

Not a Small Surprise

Not a Small Surprise

Stephen and I found our way to the “right” Briones Park this weekend, which was just as I remembered it—minus all the mountain bikers. Far west of where we landed last week, this section of the park offers meandering trails and multiple topographies, from gentle, 

A Shift in Perspective

A Shift in Perspective

Stephen and I decided to go on a hike last weekend. After quite a bit of discussion—over water or land views—we settled on Briones Regional Park, an inland expanse that I recalled as full of rolling hills, which at this time of year would be 

Second Covid Vaccine

Second Covid Vaccine

My second Covid vaccination was off to a bad start. The day before my appointment I received a voicemail that my appointment had to be changed. While I had been told to appear at 8:30 am, the facility doesn’t open until 9:00! Worried about postponement 

Me, Myself and I

Me, Myself and I

I’m sitting in our house in Rancho Navarro, a fire roaring in the woodstove in front of me, rain tapping on the roof over my head. It’s grey and foggy outside, though the green of the redwood trees surrounding our house holds strong. Frank, our 

Doyle Street Cafe

Doyle Street Cafe

Stephen and I went out to breakfast last Sunday for the first time since March. The weather was gorgeous, and we decided to take a walk in Emeryville, where photo ops for me are often plentiful. I enjoy meandering among the streets of the residential 

A Bunch of Collard Greens

A Bunch of Collard Greens

I’m sitting here gazing at a bunch of baby collard greens, the leaves stacked one upon the other, all green, with deep white spines and veins, the edges tinged with reddish-brown and subtly scalloped. Because these are organic, the leaves are not perfect. Some are