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Four Girls

Four Girls

I was teaching the Saturday morning Kenpo class - no, not the 7:30 am advanced Black Belt class - the 10:00 am one - the one with the wee beasties, the littles, the younglings. Four little girls showed up that day, a couple of 7-year-olds, and a pair of sisters...

Universitas
Universitas

Universitas

In the medieval world, when the first western universities formed, they did not have physical facilities. Classes were taught in whatever space was available, including churches or homes. A university was not a physical space, but a collection of individuals,...

Play reading: Imago

Play reading: Imago

One of the perks of living in a city with a vibrant theatre scene (and yes, Los Angeles has had a vibrant theatre scene for many years now) is that you find talented folks who are willing to spend an afternoon to help you develop your play. When writing, I find...

The River
The River

The River

 “No man ever steps in the same river twice. For it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” -Heraclitus Upon starting to train in a martial art, there exists an unacknowledged expectation that our development will be linear;  we will move toward our goals...

Extreme Bookstores

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 If you haven't figured this out already, I love books. I love bookstores and...

It’s the Journey
It’s the Journey

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 had...

Treasures

Treasures

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” – Andre Gide As of this past August, I have lived 20 years in Los Angeles.   That’s longer than I’ve lived anywhere else, including the Bay Area, where I grew up.  I have no idea...

The Other Door
The Other Door

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...

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