My old dog is stretched out on the tile floor next to the screen door. It’s too dark to see anything outside, but we can hear the soothing sounds of the Pacific Ocean. We have just a few months in this new place and I always dreamed that when it was his time we’d be … Continue reading A (puppy) love note.
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Shirtless in Santa Rosa.
A few afternoons ago I did something I’ve never done before. I went for a trail run. Shirtless. Now don’t get twisted on me, I had a sports bra on. This isn’t the south of France (although I’m completely on board with that movement– why do women have to strap in while men’s nipples feel … Continue reading Shirtless in Santa Rosa.
In Vision.
By The Brother Monica and I met with our amazing friend, T8 (don’t ask) for some appetizers at The Lazy Dog in Folsom. The brussel sprouts were tossed with capers, and the cauliflower buffalo wings were delicious on the palate! While stuffing our faces with tasty treats, we discussed futures, goals, and life in general. As … Continue reading In Vision.
Sow Wisely.
A couple of days ago I stood in the Bangladeshi sun surrounded as far as the eye could see with hills covered in makeshift shelters. Bright orange and blue tarps blanketed the scene, staggered with UNHCR tents and freshly cut roads, all evidence of the vigorous struggle to make room for nearly one million refugees … Continue reading Sow Wisely.
wild. fire.
When you’re looking at the wreckage of a wildfire, you have to rest your eyes to be able to see details. It’s almost like one of those paintings that looks like nothing but scribbled lines… until you get patient and an image emerges. I was never very good at those. Now I’m looking at a … Continue reading wild. fire.
Morning Fog.
Every once in a while I wake up with a sense of sorrow so deep I just want to fall back asleep and try again. Today was that way. I love how the ocean fog that’s rolled in overnight dissipates so slowly on these quiet mornings, giving me time to adjust to the rising summer … Continue reading Morning Fog.
Unchecked Baggage
By the Brother: Our plane touches down on the runway at the Tacoma airport in Seattle. As the pilots park us at our designated terminal, the seatbelt signs turn off and the sound of metal unclipping floods the cabin. We are seated in the rear of the plane and wait patiently as the passengers ahead … Continue reading Unchecked Baggage
Party of Five.
THE SISTER: There’s a faded picture of us, with our backs to the camera, sitting on the banks of the river facing out. Both of us legs crossed, I’m looking slightly up toward her. My second-to-oldest sister has dark hair like mine. And, come to find out, she has a similar sense of humor. Sometimes, … Continue reading Party of Five.
Crash and Learn.
By the Sister: You know how people say if you go too hard for too long you’ll crash? In the last two months, I’ve crashed twice. And I’m not talking metaphorically. First I backed my cousin’s SUV into a fence. Then, as I was backing out of a tight parking space, turned hard into a … Continue reading Crash and Learn.
Where the river meets the ocean…
By the Brother: As I drive the last mile or so to the Alamere Falls trailhead in Point Reyes National Seashore, my little car dances back and forth around potholes in the dirt road. Some are too big to avoid and I have to drive at a crawl to make it through. I meet Monica … Continue reading Where the river meets the ocean…
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