Hey gang! It’s the third Wednesday of the month, so it’s me again. Most of you know, I’m on a road trip across the USA. If you want to know more about that, check out my travel blog. At the moment I’m sitting out the rain in our van in Wyoming, just outside of Yellowstone.… Read More 7.1: A True Story
I am not a mother. Possibly because when I first started showing an interest in sex, my mother repeatedly said, “Whatever you do, don’t get pregnant! Then you’re stuck.” Her point was a good one. So many surprise pregnancies wind up in unhappy marriages. But more likely the reason for my not having children is… Read More Mother’s Day, an Afterthought
So I’m going to keep it kind of short. I’m on the road for the next few months, touring this big, wonderful, complicated, stunning, confused country that I live in: the United Stated of America. Are we united? Reading the news, it sure doesn’t seem like it. It seems like we’re splitting apart at the… Read More Road Tripping USA
I like lying backwards on my backyard lounger when it’s in its upright position. I twist around so my feet are where my head should be and my head is where my feet should be. If you still can’t picture what I’m describing, picture this: me lying on my back, the soles of my feet… Read More Looking Up
So the other day I was riding my bike across the train trestle by the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk. The trestle spans the San Lorenzo River and offers great views of the amusement park, the bay, and the mouth of the river. It’s a great place to see birds. Mergansers, buffleheads, gulls, cormorants. Due to… Read More Kicked off Jury Duty… Again!
I picked up the ukulele recently. I’m taking lessons from YouTube. When I mention this creative endeavor to friends, they usually say, “Play something!” or “You should join up with that group that meets at blah blah blah…” I don’t expect to do either. Strumming my sweet little ukulele is purely for me; an activity… Read More Sunny Day, Milky Way
I’ve recently learned that the lifestyle I’ve cobbled together since graduating from college (a million years ago) has a name: Gigging. Which I always believed had something to do with spear-hunting frogs. Of course, as a person who’s made a living in the arts, I’ve worked gigs all my life. Called them that too. “I’m… Read More The Gigging Lifestyle