When Evaline was a kid, I took her down to Jack London Square where the pavement runs straight for a good half mile. We brought her bike, which she barely wanted to touch, hadn’t touched since we got it.
It was early enough that there weren’t many people out, just us a… Read more...
Epiphanies can be deceiving.
Once we figure out the way – Eureka! I’ve found it! – we tend to disregard all other paths. It feels good for a while but, in the fog of euphoria, we stop looking around. Holding tightly to our compass, we become crotchety.
Simply by t… Read more...
We’d just seen “Annie” in the Presidio, her first real production so she was pretty wired even though it was 10 o’clock at night.
On a whim, I decided to drive her by her mom’s old apartment in lower Pac Heights.
“The white one?”
“Yup.… Read more...
There are good people everywhere.
Better than that.
Everyone is changing,
like the glint of the sun reflected on the ocean:
a thousand slivers of light
coming back together,
And, each one of us,
A god for all the others.
With the vibrations in our v… Read more...
In 9th grade, I was generously forced into journaling by my English teacher. In college, I eventually found my way into a short-fiction class, and was sold. I wrote all the time, was working on stories all the time, daydreaming about my characters, while real-world people talked … Read more...
I have a teenage daughter who loves everything about the human body so I get to relearn all the facts I forgot in high school.
Everyone knows that breathing helps you calm down but I think we forget what’s actually happening on the inside to make the outside more bearable. I… Read more...
It was our mom’s idea:
to lug the sofa-bed mattress out of the living room, through the kitchen, and out onto the back porch.
The porch was small (before the renovation), so the edges of the mattress curled up against the railing and house, rolling me and my brother to the c… Read more...
Be careful when you hear someone say “I’m just telling it like it is.”
This is a shrouded sentence, a hedge to hind behind.
They’re incorrectly inferring there is a singular truth and that they are the brave one who is willing to utter that truth, even if it… Read more...
My daughter doesn’t have to think very long when she goes into an ice cream shop.
“Pink” she shouts out, pointing to whatever is pink.
Doesn’t matter if it’s strawberry or raspberry or cotton candy. She digs in and eats it, gleefully.
Meanwhile, my adul… Read more...
I’m in an industry of charlatans.
We don’t sell toasters. We sell intangibles: happiness, peacefulness, confidence. Or at least that’s what our customers are looking to buy.
This means we’re let into peoples’ minds, allowed to look around and see what&… Read more...