Mar 31, 2011
Yoga Mind / Yoga Change
Who’s in charge? You are. So stop complaining and start changing. It’s easier than you think. So don’t think. Just do it.
Oct 13, 2009
Sticky Fingers
Every Sunday after church my Dad’d stop at the newspaper store to pick up The Sunday Times. I walked my Sunday-best into the shop and stood in my father’s shadow just below the register, slid my sticky fingered hand into the candy bin and swiped a piece of Bazooka bubble gum. The pink of it. […]
Oct 2, 2009
Girls School
Call me unconventional.I loved school. Especially Catholic School.The More House School for Girls.Girls only.Plenty of girls. Being girls.Bright, brilliant, clever, ever-so-often naughty girls. The More House School was uniform-free.A style forum for 11 year olds just down the road from Beauchamp Place and around the corner from Harrods . The curriculum included Latin, French, Spanish, […]
Aug 20, 2009
How Sweet It Is
It’s not for everyone and it doesn’t last forever but there’s a time and a joy in eating candy that’s so sweet it feels to melt away your teeth. For coconut fans, the British Bounty bar is far more cavity-enhancing than its Yankee cousin the Mounds. Once upon a time, New York City hosted two […]
Jul 13, 2009
Hot Potato
Hot Potato is a kiddie game played at birthday parties, back when kids were happy tossing a tuber. Younguns sit in a circle and quickly pass an object along. When Mom stops the record player, whoever’s left holding the potato is “out". The last kid, empty-handed, “wins”. At Pastis, no one wins. I entered a […]
Jul 10, 2009
Krishna's Cup
Artwork by Barry Silver The best cuppa chai I ever sipped was in the village of the Blue God. Krishna’s Vrindavan. The chai-wallah sat cross-legged in one box and made chai from the contents of another. With an economy of movement, neither bending nor leaning, he dipped a long handled spoon into the smaller box […]
Jun 30, 2009
My Precious
Don’t accuse me. I’ll confess. My eating habits are unconventional. I’m whole-food vegetarian since celebrated Angelica Kitchen occupied a hot jammed storefront one block east of Trash and Vaudeville on grimy Saint Marks Place. As a chopstick clicking, glassy-eyed evangelical macro-neophyte, I rained a heavy-hand of sesame gomasio onto every mouthful of hijiki-laced Dragon Bowl. My […]
