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This Is 55
After My First Mountain There is nothing to do except brace myself. It’s so cold. I’m so sick of this wind. It isn’t just blowing—it howls, whistles, whooshes, then slaps the side of the… Read more
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The Intersection of Discomfort and Bliss
The little cracks that open into hurricanes, inequality, smokey skies, and loss. The children continue to grow. Part of their being swells space between the walls of my home, their… Read more
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Fire Storm and SAKE
What I did today- I went to the City of San Rafael to look at the property lines of the home owner’s association common areas. I did this because a… Read more
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Everything is O.K., Everything is not O.K.
Everything is perfectly still. I am alone in my house, my dog asleep, satisfied from her morning walk. Most of my windows and doors are shut, the house is not… Read more
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Wildlife Urban Interface and Fancy Coffee Shops
The air is fresh and crisp this morning, sky blue, hills tan. The freeway rumbles and crows caw. I see humming birds on the lavender, it’s nearly August. Last night… Read more
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I don’t want to have to tell my children about Nuclear Bombs
I want to take my kids to fancy coffee shops with indoor playgrounds and rubber straws Read more
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