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Lynn Ingram

White hot. Scalding. Searing sharp poker red, blazing and blinding and burning. All that and more, and still I don’t quite capture the color of that night. Words won’t accurately speak the intensity of my anger. Or my pain. I had gone to spend the night with my mother after she’d come home from surgery. […]

I am a yogini. Given that the word first conjured for me images of a goofy cartoon bear and a language-mangling baseball player, it will come as no surprise that I am not the coolest yogini on the mat. But I know that I am one, because Karin, my younger and uber-cool sister of the […]

It is January 2004. I am unemployed, single and clueless about what to do, where to go and how I’m going to live the rest of my life. Six months ago, I sold the stock, the shelving, the cash register, the doormat and everything else that would scrounge up a nickel, from a gourmet food […]

It is momentous. Cause for celebration, for shouting from the rooftops. It is, very possibly, one of the reasons that life is worth living. The first tomatoes have ripened on my vines. And what that means – oh, be still my quivering heart – is the first tomato sandwich is soon to be consumed. I […]

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