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Finding Your Creative Edge

Finding Your Creative Edge

When I was an art major in college, a sculpture by Robert Maki was installed outside the fine arts building. It was a modernist metal work that not everyone at Wake Forest cozied up to. A few days after the installation, someone spray-painted on its facade, “Is this art?” Like the graffitist, I couldn’t explain the artist’s intent. I was […]

Predicting the Future

Predicting the Future

I wrote my first memoir in 5th grade. Memorably titled “All About Myself,” it was bound in a manila folder decorated in the popular flower power motif of the times. It’s full of scintillating tidbits about my young life, including Girl Scout camping trips, piano lessons and family vacations. My brother and sister make a brief appearance […]

So, A Guy Goes Into a Bar…

So, A Guy Goes Into a Bar…

In a few weeks, I start a six-week course in stand up comedy. I’ve been thinking about it since watching Dusty Trice, my friend and co-worker at the Democratic National Convention, go through the process last year. We all attended his graduation performance and I later booked him to perform at the Media Welcome Event […]

Get on The Bus

Get on The Bus

“You’re either on the bus or off the bus.” –Tom Wolfe, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test A few weeks back, a couple of young women blew into Nosara and caught my attention. I first noticed them after yoga class as they carried two hand-painted driftwood signs that I didn’t stop to read. A few days […]

Mi Jardin es Tu Jardin

Mi Jardin es Tu Jardin

While in Boquete, Panama, I visited a garden that I read about in my guidebook. It surrounds a private house but the owners allow anyone to come through the gardens during the day. I didn’t know what to expect but figured it would be a nice distraction for the morning. As it turns out, it’s […]

What if You Had No Limits?

What if You Had No Limits?

If someone had a yogi couple of the year award, I would nominate Susan and Bill. No, Susan can’t put her leg behind her head while balancing on her arms. I’ve never seen Bill float from downward dog into a handstand and then gracefully glide into a seated position. Susan has beat up her knees […]