Discouraged and recouraged
I knew right away that I wanted this man to be my mentor. It was just obvious. He had no kids, my father died when I was four, he was a legend… Continue reading
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Alone together in Tarifa
If Spain were a big, worrisomely lumpy breast, then Tarifa would be the downward-sagging nipple, poking across the Strait of Gibraltar at my goal for the day: Morocco. But Tarifa was also the… Continue reading
Hemoglobin, non-terrorism, and adorable despite a little racism; in Panama City.
I was a happy little red blood cell. Biding my time before entering the veins of Venezuela, I was promenading through the pulse of Panama, crossing arterial roadways to meander beside the lymphatic… Continue reading
Folsom Street Fair; or, leashes, lashes, and laughter
It was a perfect Sunday afternoon, all things considered. Soft, warm air that eased around, but that fell far short of windy; and no rain, but solid overcast. Those clouds in particular were… Continue reading
My San Francisco Giants
I couldn’t remember the last time I went to a Giants game, but we definitely had a different president. That ain’t good, for a kid raised on Will Clark, Robbie Thompson, and (my… Continue reading
Guest blog: A Helping Hand
So, now that we’ve all assumed that I’m terribly biased and probably a man-hating, ball-busting, bra-burning, angry feminist – let’s see what the other side might look like. Because there’s always more than… Continue reading
Weirdos in the woods…gotta love ’em.
What is it about redwood trees? “Tree hugger” used to be a term of mockery, perhaps still is in certain misguided areas, but anyone who spends enough time around redwood trees will see… Continue reading
6 Ways to be better at my secret aspiration
Want to know a secret? I’d love to try being a tour guide. Sssh! Don’t tell! My prior experience with tour guides was when they would glower at me, suspecting me of eavesdropping… Continue reading
Good night, Lucy
Over the past couple months, Lucy and I have worked out a little routine before bed. When I go in to fill up my water glass, she comes out and meets me… Continue reading
Miles, my friend.
Miles was the first one I met when I came to look at my prospective US residence. Drenched in August sun, his eyes closed in feline pleasure, he welcomed me to the neighborhood… Continue reading
