Losing Gaby

I don’t know what’s going on these days. But somewhere around Barstow a colleague called to inform me one of my dearest friends had died.  Died? But, I just texted her last week. I mean, not saw her, or shared a meal with her… But texted. Because I was busy, I...

The Fall of Pat’s Saguaro

My cousin’s Saguaro went down.  Sixty mile an hour winds while he watched it sway in record heat temperatures. I arrived the next night, only to squint on his iPhone at the damage during a recent Arizona storm. It was the centerpiece of his Fountain Hills home,...

Leaving West San

Leaving W. San left me in a state of shock.  And like shock goes—I didn’t notice until I stared at the walls of my temporary spot on Marcy. East Marcy. A bit fancy for my past sixteen years down on West San Francisco Street.  “End of an era…” friends chimed...

Wisdom in Walkabouts

They say the hardest things in life, the things that almost break you are what make you.  Driving twenty miles outside Scottsdale, Arizona late August and still 100 degrees, I listened to Matthew McConaughey’s book on tape. Seconding my belief in...

Ode To Swim Club

It’s been a life of catching up on summer. And Hemingway, and sunsets, and the way the light hits the pool and turns purple before dark. A season of camping and teaching in public again, and singing—on the lawn at el Rey, and Cowgirl patio, and listening to friends...