Moving Home

Most week days, at twelve twenty-five, I clump down the wooden stairs from my office to the gym floors where there is a big, main room for classes and the smaller Tall Room. Lunchtime is my workout time. The majority of the week, I play with other coaches and members in the midday class in…

Twenty Years Before

Maya was born at a naval hospital on a Thursday, my favorite day of the week. At the beginning of labor, when the regular contractions started, I envisioned — without any predetermination or forethought — the ocean’s tide coming in and as the contraction faded, the tide shrank back to the sea. The tide simply…

Why Vegan?

When I was 13, in 1980, I had my last meal of red meat: a Carl’s Jr. bacon cheese burger. It wasn’t very appetizing, and it certainly wasn’t an emotional farewell. It was more like: good, I don’t have to eat that crap again despite what normal convention was around me. At that age, I…