Conventions

September 2016 Brown and crinkled leaves begin to collect on my patio, the vanguard of the leaf-onslaught to come. Did summer already shoot by? Not…

Two groups of women, training at a Zen Dojo, thirty years apart. I met the first group when I was a Chozen-ji live-in. For three…

For those of you living outside the US or under a rock, you may have missed it: the most bloody, angry, and divisive presidential primary…