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Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Inspiration: Yosemite: Yurt Reverence

by Jennifer Anthony In the days that led up to Thanksgiving, I used every tactic I knew of to bring up the topic of the four-day weekend. I was excited to spend time with my family and extended family in Yosemite National Park, but my real excuse for broaching the subject was the excuse to

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

Inspiration: California: Basket Case: Hot Air Ballooning in Napa

by Jennifer Anthony Four men blast propane gas into the mouth of the hot air balloon. Belly expanding, the balloon gulps in the flame and waits for the next burst. Its rainbow of colors pop against the...

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

Inspiration: Pt. Reyes, California: To the Lighthouse

by Jennifer Anthony Sunday morning. The Inverness Ridge forest just beyond the balcony of the bed and breakfast is coated with fog. It is seven a.m., and everyone seems to still be asleep, or at least cocooned...

Sunday, April 27th, 2008

Wellness: San Francisco’s Circus Center: Hep, Hep, Hooray!

by Jennifer Anthony Saturday morning in the Haight. I sit just outside San Francisco’s Circus Center , soaking up the warm February sun. As a steady stream of people parade by me, I am tempted to hum...

Tuesday, August 15th, 2006

Activity Review: California, USA: Whalewatching—Flukes of Nature

by Jennifer Anthony The Princess of Wales waits at the harbor early in the morning on an uncharacteristically warm March Saturday. After a week of rain and dreariness, it is 52 degrees, and sunny. A cerulean sky...

Tuesday, July 18th, 2006

Inspiration: California, USA: Poco a Poco in Demure Woods

by Jennifer Anthony “I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.” Alfred Joyce Kilmer’s Trees has been a bit of a joke in my family ever since one of my brothers, then...

Friday, March 10th, 2006

Culture: Sardinia, Italy: Who’s Got the Keys?

by Jennifer Anthony I proved that I would never be a rocket scientist when I was thirteen years old. My English class had just finished reading Orwell’s barely futuristic masterpiece and the test question was meant to...

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