California

Pacific Coast Highway

Whipping south on Highway 1, I can barely keep the Mustang below 80. Still, it feels like slow motion. I …

Forgetting

I lean over to release my heavy anchor into the sea, knowing that its warm currents will stay with me, erasing and refining the deep grooves of my memory with polishings of water and sand. As the sharpness fades, a smooth surface will emerge: a tabula rasa upon which I can build a real home for the first time in my life.

Surf City / Fog City

SURF CITY (SANTA CRUZ) Lanky, sloppy surfer girl in dingy flip-flops, Holey tie-dye tank top slung over thread-bare thrift store …

Heart Is Where the Home Is

While reacclimating to Pacific Daylight Time, I spent the past four days in Northern California for a grantee retreat related …