On (not) being 25
I recently was mistakenly believed to be 25 — haha! (Thanks, Zoom.) That’s an age I would never want to return to but, on reflection, one that has been foundational to the person I’ve become. Continue reading On (not) being 25
Tag: Minnesota
Father’s Day
Doodling a gift bag for my Dad today, and celebrating him and the other dads in my life … Jon, Jon’s dad, Grandpa, Grandad, Otousan and other special dad-figures. Thank you for being there, and Happy Father’s Day! (And thanks, D, for the inspiration!) Continue reading Father’s Day
Happy birthday, buddy!
My memoir was released by Camphor Press a year ago today — and what a year it has been! Now The Same Moon and I are heading back out into the world … Continue reading Happy birthday, buddy!
Author event: Join JETAA & me!
Summer is the perfect time to share my memoir, The Same Moon, and you can join me from anywhere in the world for this JETAA event! Continue reading Author event: Join JETAA & me!
New day dawning
Moving mid-pandemic made it pretty easy to swing between two lives — neither where-we-were nor where-we-are. A recent walk with Leo and a feral iris sighting helped move me forward … Continue reading New day dawning
Getting back on the horse (pose)
Yesterday, I got back on the horse of my old life … pre-pandemic, pre-move-from-Washington life: I taught Holy Yoga, live and in-person. Continue reading Getting back on the horse (pose)
Living as a new leaf (spring 2021)
The return of spring reminds me of lessons learned driving in Japan and helps me see our emergence from pandemic restrictions in a new way. Continue reading Living as a new leaf (spring 2021)
Turkey update: the hunter
Is it possible to become too attached to wild turkeys? For the time being I say all’s well that ends well. Continue reading Turkey update: the hunter
Um yah yeah, I’m home
After eight months back in Minnesota, I’m still finding my way home … this time with help from fellow St. Olaf College alumni. Continue reading Um yah yeah, I’m home
Kabuki birds
Our wild turkeys, with their stylized movements and flamboyant feathers, remind me of the magnificent kabuki theater I watched in Tokyo … and help me appreciate where I am right now. Continue reading Kabuki birds
Sarah Coomber 