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Extreme Bookstores
“What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.” -Neil Gaiman, American Gods Talkstory Bookstore, the Westernmost Bookstore in the United States. Artwork by Kathy...
It’s the Journey
This March, in 2019, marks 20 years since I first stepped onto a dojo mat as a student. My first thought upon making this realization is, “I really should be better at this by now.” My second is, “Who the hell could've predicted that?” To be fair to myself, I...
For the Love of Books – The Last Bookstore
Further Adventures in LA... “When I have a little money, I buy books; and if I have any left, I buy food and clothes.” – Erasmus This week I took a jaunt downtown to visit The Last Bookstore. California’s largest used book and record store, the Last Bookstore is a...
Adventures in wonder-land: The Brewery Artwalk
Adventures exploring Los Angeles continued... Saturday, October 13, I went to the Brewery Artwalk. The Brewery is the largest live-work art colony in the world, located on a 16-acre-compound that was once the Edison Electric Steam power plant and then a Pabst Blue...
The Other Door
Not too long ago, a yoga studio opened up next door to the martial arts studio where I train. The two businesses share a parking lot in the back, and both have a rear entrance, along a narrow path about five feet below the level of the parking lot. One day, I...
Running in Parking Lots
Today I’m going to tell you about my brother. I don’t often bring up my bro because it starts a longer conversation that is often off-topic to whatever point I’m trying to make at the time. And some days, I’m just not interested in having that particular...
The Irrationality of Love
It’s 3:00 pm on a Saturday and I’m sitting in a loft of a church that’s been converted into a theatre. The space holds seating for 27 audience members, and the seats I’m sitting in were installed in their current configuration by my husband (with the help of a crew...
Claiming Space
“Unless I’m crying or bleeding, you don’t need to apologize.” I found myself uttering this odd phrase the other day during Kenpo class when I was practicing techniques with a girl who was about 12 years old (and taller than me). Our dojo in Granada Hills is still...