Soup for you! A night with the Soup Nazi

The thing about my efforts to reclaim the fun and spontaneity in my life is this: I haven’t had a lot of time to write. I’ve been too busy being fun and spontaneous.

I’ve also spent a lot of time on deadly dull work such as housekeeping and laundry, and my days have simply vanished.

I haven’t hit the rhythm of writing daily. (Writing is work; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.) So in addition to fun and spontaneity, I think I need a bit of structure to my life. I’ll get there eventually.   Just forgive my two-week gap in blog posts. read more

Dancing it out: A taste of the trance dance

Cards are splayed out before the beginning of the trance dance.

For this blog, I have compiled a list of more than 100 experiences to pursue.

But for my first “experience,” I undertook something I hadn’t even heard of a week earlier: a trance dance.

I was treating myself to a deliciously relaxing Swedish massage when the therapist began telling me about the new class her shop was offering.

I can’t pretend that her explanation — which included music, dancing, blindfolds and a talking stick — made me understand exactly what was going to transpire. read more

The second chapter begins

When my journalistic career ended in mid-November, I could have been sad.

I loved working in a newsroom, which is probably like no other professional environment. The people are brilliant, cynical, witty and dedicated, with a marked tendency toward wickedly funny (and usually irreverent) black humor.

In a newsroom, we (yes, it’s still a “we” thing) read and interview and uncover facts for a living. We are paid to learn. Adrenaline amps the heart rate when news strikes (or deadline approaches). read more