Highway 1

Pacific Coast Highway

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


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.

Cannery Row

In my teens and twenties, flowery works of Middle English and Romantic Literature were my mainstays. Hemingway’s “The Sun Also …