R.G.B.

Like many dreamers, I want to embrace spooky action at a distance. I’m also pragmatic and tend to poopoo too much cosmic debris, as the late great Frank Zappa might describe it. I may have my head in the clouds, but my feet are firmly planted on the Cozy Toes heater...

There was a yoga class in my living room this morning. There is one there every morning. Ever since the beginning of pandemic life, six to twenty yoga students fill the screen in front of my husband in the living room. I took the class on mute from my office all the...

The drone scares the dog. He is a ten-year-old pit bull/lab mix who has recently become an emotional support animal for the yoga teacher training I co-teach at the university. Already wary of birds—probably due to the great chicken massacre he may have witnessed a few...