Tomorrow, I’ll be flying to Chicago and then on to Barcelona, for 12 days submerged in a Flavors of Spain experience, a custom-designed trip developed by some very fine folks at KJZZ Radio in Phoenix.
From moment to moment, I’m very excited and slightly terrified. Mostly because flying alone makes me crazy and unusually religious. But really because I know this is a life-changing trip. Continue reading
Tucked away, behind a tall stand of trees, a mortuary, and another restaurant called the Figg Tree, was a rustic bar in Phoenix called the Monastery. I’m not sure when it opened, probably in the late 60s, but I spent a ridiculous amount of time there from the mid-70s through the mid-80s. Whoever was tending bar always wore a monk’s robe while Continue reading
It seems to me that by the time you’re 50-ish, or in my case, just barely 60, you start to feel like you’ve been there, done that, gotten the t-shirt, and seen it all. And when you do look at the things that you haven’t done, a lot of them are either dangerous, stupid, too expensive, or maybe even childish.
Take sky diving, for example. You may have noticed that this is a big thing for people to do on their 21st, 30th, or maybe even 40th birthday, but by the time the latter milestones Continue reading
For years now, I’ve spent every New Year’s Day surrounded by legal tablets, calendars, pens, and caffeine…vestiges of that Manifesting 101 class I took, well, a long time ago. We tore things out of magazines to paste on our personal vision poster boards and damn near sang “Kumbaya.” Needless to say, not much came out of that, unless you count using the vision boards for kindling later on in the Spring.
But 2016 was different. On New Year’s Day, I did not make a list (Gary considered calling 9-1-1, but I talked him out of it). Instead, at the advice of an amazing medicine woman from Utah, I wrote down what I wanted to bring into my life this year on a wee piece of paper. In addition to a bunch of gory details that I won’t bore you with, I asked for Clarity. I added a single strand of my hair and some “eagle smoke” material to it, tried to clear my millions of random thoughts, tossed it all into the fireplace, and watched it burn.
Oddly, the little packet took a long time to burn, but my friend said that it sometimes just Continue reading
One day I was 59 and the next day I was 60. It happens like that. Or 16 Celsius, if you prefer. It really doesn’t matter, because “old age” is always technically 15 years older than I am. So, all in all, I feel pretty good about it.
Except that I feel really badly about Alan Rickman, who died on my birthday. RIP, Alan, I will miss you, Truly, Madly, Deeply.
OK, I’ve been waiting for just the right time to write about my husband, the Fish Head, and Fish Heads in general. There is also a subcategory of “Fish Heads” called “Boat Heads,” but we’ll get to that later, when I’m not sober.
Maybe I should have known better, but I had no life experience with Fish Heads, so I just didn’t see it coming. Continue reading
So, here’s how it was supposed to happen:
We were going to spend 7 days and 6 nights backpacking in the Beartooth Wilderness Area in south-central Montana. This is beautiful, rugged, wild country, full of mountains, lakes, trout, and mosquitoes. Our friends, Robert and Lynn, knew the area well, so all we had to do was show up, damn it. Continue reading