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July 9, 2026

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
October 20, 2015

It’s not important, none of these things I’m worrying about are important

As I was driving down the hill yesterday, to go meet up with a good friend I haven’t seen in a long time, my mind was still going, like it… Read more
October 19, 2015

From this day forward I will NOT use the word SHUT UP in front of the babies.

“Fiona do you want more milk?” “No no no” “Fiona Let me see that toy” “No no no” It has begun. Fiona has found her no word. This is good,… Read more
October 18, 2015

The Blue Jay and Sundays

As I walked along the trail with Billy this morning a Blue Jay flew onto a branch. Acorn in beak he started to hit it against the tree to break… Read more
October 17, 2015

Toys That Make Noise

It was late, almost 8:00PM, way past the babies’ usual bedtime. We had a few diaper situations tonight that took a while to deal with times two. In between the… Read more
October 16, 2015

I got out today, solo

Dress on, even took a shower, and drove alone , away from Marin, over the Richmond Bridge to Berkeley. It felt good, I need to do it more often, but… Read more
October 15, 2015

Coming Down the mountain onto rolling hills

I find half a cup of black coffee from this morning, “Oh cool, I can use this now in my studio.” I head down as quickly as possible, Jack and… Read more
October 14, 2015

Oh NO, Maybe I’m crazy again? or always will be, or always have been?

Oh no, oh no, oh no. I’m in my refuge. My studio. My heart aches, a tear wells in my left eye when I think of this place as that… Read more
October 13, 2015

It’s A New Day, with all the grit and grime, all the sweet beautifuls

I’m in my studio, starving, finally hungry. Wondering if I Really need to endure the range of emotions I feel on a daily basis. So deeply penetrated. The answer is… Read more
October 12, 2015

“You shouldn’t cry over spilt milk” but I do. And it’s hard right now.

I think to myself Alan and I should have a minute to eat our dinner, we had to get it to go from the Thai restaurant because Jack and… Read more
October 10, 2015

He cried at the night sky

I opened the window in the nursery to let in some fresh air, it’s late fall and the crickets are loud. I carry Fiona over to the window, she’s wearing… Read more

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