• About Leela

    the rules that make it easier to be good

    by  • March 29, 2017 • Uncategorized

    I want the handbasket we’re in to have a picnic lunch and bread and brie and a checkered tablecloth that we can spread on lush grass in a country that isn’t being bombed and breathe clean air and invite the neighbors.   I’m feeling a little doubtful at the moment. but that’s what I...

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    india, day 5

    by  • February 1, 2017 • India

    Shopping here is a full-contact sport. Shopping in India isn’t the same as shopping in the US. There’s a vulnerability in being seen and known and attended to, and most of us in the US aren’t comfortable with that.  In the US people want to be left alone, our choices private, our flaws and...

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    India, day 3

    by  • January 29, 2017 • Uncategorized

    I’m at the kitchen table, surrounded by the detritus of a day beginning: my tea, thick with milk and sugar, my dadi’s combs and her shoes.  She’s taking a bath the old way, bucket of hot water and a “mug” — a pint sized plastic pitcher to pour the water over her body in...

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    one-to-one cuddling, a primer

    by  • September 3, 2016 • cuddles

    I made a post on Facebook, and then another one, about cuddling.  Someone asked if there was a list of guidelines.  This is the result. So you’ve decided you want to try this platonic cuddling thing. You know there’s an epidemic of skin hunger. You might even be part of it. Or you might...

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    groundhog resistant gardening

    by  • June 5, 2016 • Uncategorized

    I’ve had a dilemma for several years now. I love growing food.  I love the magic of start-with-nothing, end-with-nourishment.  I love growing green things, I love having my hands and feet in the dirt.  I do not wear gardening gloves, and I don’t at all mind having grit on my fingers. There are two...

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    practical drapes

    by  • February 28, 2016 • draped clothing

    …every few months the obsession with draped clothing surfaces.  This time it was because I was thinking that choli blouses just don’t make sense. In what universe do you take a super simple garment (six yards of unstitched fabric at the width of the loom) and make it complicated by adding a stitched skirt and...

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    tip of the iceberg

    by  • January 22, 2016 • Uncategorized

    My Facebook and Twitter feeds often offer more interesting news than the newspaper ever did.  Today, this article crossed my path, about sexual assault in the music industry: http://www.billboard.com/biz/articles/6851561/amber-coffman-speaks-in-depth-about-heathcliff-berru-i-hope-this-is-a-big-wake Here’s my response. So the problem isn’t just that this happened once, although even once is a major problem. The problem is that this is...

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    cut on the pull stroke

    by  • October 27, 2015 • Uncategorized

    Recently, I was waxing poetic about handsaws.  Specifically, about my ryoba, a Japanese handsaw that suits my woodworking needs and style to a T. Like most Japanese hand tools, it’s designed to make good use of your body weight. It cuts on the pull stroke. By contrast, most Western saws cut on the push stroke....

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    unbiasing

    by  • September 22, 2015 • Uncategorized

    I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the ways in which the liberal communities I’m attached to carry bias.  Race, class, sure, but also other kinds of bias.  This is about our bias against business and money.  It was originally a Facebook post, but it got long and I think it needs to be...

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    waking early

    by  • September 22, 2015 • Uncategorized

    A little humor, with apologies to Mary Oliver: Why I Wake Early (my life is not a walk in the woods) Hello, cat in my face Hello you who make the morning And the evening and all the days and nights About you And ow! Your claw, and the nodding off in the afternoon...

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