Guthrie the Dog_Illustration by Aileen Torres-Bennett
Art, dogs, essay

Guthrie the Dog

I've always wanted a dog. I didn't have one growing up because my parents didn't like the idea. Too much mess and more responsibility, they probably thought. I'd been prepping for the last few years by watching Cesar Millan, a.k.a. the Dog Whisperer. I discovered his TV show while we were living in Vancouver, and… Continue reading Guthrie the Dog

Annual reflection_Illustration by Aileen Torres-Bennett
Art, essay

Annual Reflections

My birthday is in the last month of the year; a natural time to look back at the past 12 months and assess. For me, birthdays aren't so much a celebration but more of an opportunity to take stock of the past year's lessons and accomplishments. I believe that all of life is evolution. If… Continue reading Annual Reflections

Fiji_Illustration by Aileen Torres Bennett
Adventure, Art, essay

The First Year in Fiji

It's been a little over a year since we moved to Fiji. It was not a smooth transition. I arrived with a certain set of expectations that the initial reality did not live up to. Moving to a new environment blurs the boundaries of your world. You are forced to deal with new situations that… Continue reading The First Year in Fiji

Rethinking Kerouac by Aileen Torres Bennett
Art, Books, essay

Rethinking Kerouac

I've read three novels by Jack Kerouac in the last several weeks--"Big Sur," "The Dharma Bums," "Desolation Angels"--and it got me thinking about his influence on me. I was introduced to Kerouac in high school, when "On the Road" was mandatory reading. As a writing style, his stream-of-consciousness prose wasn't exactly appealing; but as a… Continue reading Rethinking Kerouac

Awakening to the Dead by Aileen Torres Bennett
Adventure, Art, essay, Music

Awakening to the Dead

I was not a Grateful Dead fan when I was growing up. It took years, and my marriage, to change my mind. In high school, I used to associate the band with ne'er-do-wells. They wore a uniform of tie-dye t-shirts with shorts and Birkenstocks and exuded an attitude of marijuana-induced “chillness.” They didn’t seem to… Continue reading Awakening to the Dead