Broken clouds, light snow
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December 13, 2017
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Last year I resolved to interrupt relentless winter with a trip to a tropical clime. It was a good resolution. February, although the shortest month, always seems the cruelest to me. This year, I had a ticket to Costa Rica ready and waiting. My friend Kara had found a yoga retreat in a country that was foreign to both of us but promised consistently warm weather and clear skies.  Read more

The only constant

They say that change is the only constant in life. Yet it always takes us by surprise. One of the first people I met when I came to Narrowsburg in 1999 was Mary Greene. She was my editor at The River Reporter when I first filled this space as the voice of a part-time resident. I warmed to her instantly. She seemed to be living a life I could imagine myself living, if circumstances were different. We both had young children we were devoted to, craved time spent in nature and shared a love of poetry.  Read more

‘Enjoy every minute’

My friend and I had spent the day at MOMA with the Matisse cut-outs. We took them in as if visitors to the master’s home in the south of France, letting the artwork stoke our appetites and then repairing to the cafe to sate them.  Read more

To be, or not to be

My son is looking for his life. At 27, he is already an experienced filmmaker, director, writer, cinematographer, editor. As a freelancer his income is sporadic and meager. It is increased only slightly by a teaching job at a film school. His father slips him $20s. We pay his rent and his overdue utility bills. When his shoes need repair, I take him to the cobbler and pre-pay the bill.

He knows this worries me. Our funds are not without end. We get older.  Read more

A cautionary tale

Butte, Montana was once a boom town for copper mining. Massive steel head-frames still dot the landscape throughout the city. At night they are illuminated in crimson. In the last part of the 19th century, more than 100,000 people lived in Butte, from all parts of the world. It was a cosmopolitan city with theaters, grand hotels, elegant mansions and a Victorian amusement park with a wooden roller coaster and vast public gardens.  Read more

Back on the bus

“I’ve been on this bus before,” I told my seatmate. We were on our way to the People’s Climate March in New York City to demonstrate with thousands of others our concern about climate change. She was new to demonstrations. I was not.  Read more

The heart of the matter

If it’s true that a school is the heart of a community, someone ripped our heart out more than a decade ago. This being a democracy, we may have no one to blame but ourselves. But blame is not the answer—action is.  Read more


Chaturanga, savasana, mudra are familiar terms to me, and perhaps to you. They refer to core poses in yoga that are thought to affect our ability to connect to the spiritual world. Sitting in a yoga class after the mats are rolled out and noses are relieved of their morning stuffiness, we are asked to create an intention for the day’s practice. This is an interior moment, left unexpressed, that fills the mind with purpose. The body senses it. Intention is sealed with a prayerful hand gesture. Practice begins.  Read more

The Weather Project?

The first dozen times I heard about “The Weather Project” I was confused. What did they mean by “Project?” What was a piece of theatre about weather going to be? Why was it going to go on for two years? Lots of questions. And I should have had answers. I am on the board of directors of The North American Cultural Laboratory (NACL), the sponsor and creator of The Weather Project. But every time I tried to explain the project I stumbled, uttering vague allusions to climate change, community projects and ensemble theatre.  Read more

‘Year of My Sign’

My call time was 10 a.m. Saturday morning in Brooklyn. The day before, I met with the director to finalize my costume and props. The vintage Burberry trench coat fit well, and I could wear my own black slacks and sensible brown shoes. “As long as you can run in them,” he said. He said nothing about jumping.  Read more