Category Archives: Skin and Breath and Hair

Anthony Bourdain: The Magic

  by Jean Foster Akin I did not know Anthony Bourdain personally, obviously, but, like so many of his fans, his death has struck me hard. The first time I saw No Reservations, many years ago now, I was hooked. … Continue reading

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These People Walk Among Us, Too

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“Human sacrifice! Dogs and cats living together! Mass hysteria!”

by Jean Foster Akin It lifted my heart to see the wonder expressed by my fellow hominids over the Great American Eclipse on August 21, 2017. Of course, there were way too many panicky bipeds who threw up frantic warnings … Continue reading

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In Praise of the Sun

*Jean Foster Akin*   This is wonderful, this 65 degree breeze, this burning sun. My face feels like it’s crisping. My hair is hot. Flashes of color swim across my closed eyelids. Late February, New England. Melting snow drawing dark … Continue reading

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so much depends upon a red wheelbarrow…

    so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens [The Red Wheelbarrow, by William Carlos Williams] I love this. I absolutely love this. I’ve loved it from the first moment I … Continue reading

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The Joy of Writing In The New Year

**by Jean Foster Akin** Did you sit down to write as much as you’d have liked this last year? I know: I haven’t either. I wasted a lot of time. When I felt “stuck” with my writing, or was overwhelmed with … Continue reading

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Christmas, Chanukah, and the Necessity of Dogs

**Jean Foster Akin** SCENE: Christmas week, throughout my childhood. There was always a dog and that dog was always doing something my mother could not tolerate (although she did tolerate it, she just wanted to sound authoritative and in control … Continue reading

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