Others made “better” art than me, art that glowed with realism. I felt defeated. If I couldn’t make the art in my head come out on the canvas, what was the point?
On the Big O Hike, I can unplug. No computer tether for ten days, no cell phone til afternoons, awakening before dawn every morning to enjoy the zen of walking.
An excerpt from a writing exercise, “First Impressions,” at the Lama Institute, Taos.
Wandering down State Street in Madison, Wisconsin, I came across this scene while I was in search of lunch. These are not my shoes. What happened here?
It’s been nearly a decade since I had a dinner of dal bhat, the Nepali national meal, so tonight’s find of a Nepali restaurant in Madison, Wisconsin was a treat.
In Taos, my novelist cousin Sean Murphy and his wife, author Tania Casselle, live the writer’s life that I’ve always dreamed, writing and teaching writing