ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Coming home on a ferry Sunday from Martha’s Vineyard, I pulled out my iPhone a…
Between The Lines
Between the Lines: Opportunity Knocks
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Poet Mary Oliver took on hero status for me when I was 24, living in Portland, Orego…
Between the Lines: Do You Know You’re Alive?
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I met a friend last week for lunch in New York City who knows a lot about sewing, kn…
Between the Lines: The Power of the Written Word
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Two-Volume Novel The sun’s gone dim, and The moon’s turned black; For I …
Between the Lines: Remembering Jeanne Julia Kerouac
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Even when I was little, I knew my grandmother was a deeply sad woman. In fact, my ea…
Between the Lines: Here’s Some Candy, Little Girl
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. No matter where you live, no matter how many life experiences you have, and no matte…
Between the Lines: To Kill Your Own
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. Before there were foodies, there were hunter-gatherers. If you were hungry around 10…
Between the Lines: Who Cares?
ColumnConscious life, hear me roar. I think the first time I became aware of trash and the environment was when the Keep…