stale /stÄl/ Adjective (of food) No longer fresh and pleasant to eat; hard, musty, or dry: “stale bread”. Wednesday night I was telling a friend about the wild ride I’ve been on during the past two years. While nursing a glass of wine, I explained to him how liberating it has been living outside of […]
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“I like your cowgirl boots,” gushed the beautiful bubbly brunette woman who had just climbed into the back of the limo with me. I thanked her, while quietly reflecting on how these boots symbolize my Seeking Shama journey of the past two years. The road, my beloved open road, had led me to these boots. Somehow, […]
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Driving back from the airport on Wednesday afternoon with hunger pains in my tummy, I decided to swing by HEB to stock my fridge with a few essentials. Now that I live in Texas, tostadas have become one of those essentials.  I found myself contemplating the shelves packed with different flavors: yellow corn, jalapeño, chili […]
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The road has become a great teacher of mine. My road tripping over the past two years has brought me many profound lessons. These lessons come in many forms. They may be personal epiphanies that come from being lost in meditative thought during hours of driving through the countryside. They may come from meeting […]
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I lived six blocks from the beach when I lived in Los Angeles. The ever present cool ocean breeze meant I didn’t need air conditioning during the 15 years I called myself a Southern California girl. Things are different now. Three-digit temperatures are the summer norm in Austin, meaning I’ve had to search out creative […]
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Fear is like fire. It needs fuel, oxygen and heat. The more you feed it, the more it spreads and takes over your life. I’ve written previously that real growth cannot begin until we look fear in the eye and tell it that we are not going to let it control our lives. That includes […]
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Sometimes an experience touches you deeply, where you know you are witnessing something profound and important, but you don’t know exactly what it is. That is what happened to me today. Yoda and I were heading back to Princess Leia the Prius, having just spent the last hour walking around Lady Bird Lake. I was […]
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For 6 months I’ve had the following written on my calendar for the last Saturday of April, 2012: “Eeyore’s Birthday Party, Pease Park, Austin, TX.† The problem is, until 2 weeks ago, I had no idea why I was saving the date. Austin’s counter-culture seems to count the days until the next year’s Eeyore’s Birthday […]
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Last Saturday I invited myself to the dance recital of a beautiful high school sophomore named Caroline. She’s one of my friend Chuck’s daughters. It was the last night of my recent visit to Los Angeles – my second trip to LA in one month.  I sat on the bleachers wedged between Chuck and one […]
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In the short time I’ve lived here, Texas has offered a wide-range of cultural experiences. I’ve appreciated box seats at the opera, visited world-class art museums, been to both the ballet and the theater, and of course, living in Austin, have enjoyed many live music venues. However, my two favorite Texas “cultural†experiences both happened […]
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