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
Maybe it’s the season. Maybe it’s because I just lost my father. But I’ve been dreaming about digging up dead bodies. And these are not regular dreams. They’re the vivid kind. The kind that make you wake up and go whoa… The kind that color your day. What do these dreams mean? I’ve thought about… Read More Digging Up The Dead, or Play Shrink for a Day
I did not know when I volunteered to pick up my recently deceased dad’s ashes that I would be driving through the fire to do so. When the plan was made, the Pacific Northwest had yet to go up in flames. Arrangements were made: my father’s wife would fly down from Seattle, Washington to Bend,… Read More Ashes to Ashes, or Dad’s Secret Lesbian Friends
A small murder of hopping-and-clucking crows crossed my path today while I was walking. One old bird took to the air, flew right over me, and lit on a telephone wire, glared down at me and gave me an earful. Caw! Caw! she seemed be saying in that sassy way that crows have, We’re back!… Read More Six Crows
My father died earlier this month. He was old, 86, but his death wasn’t expected any time soon. Before his diagnosis, he was still going to the gym several times a week, and, along with his wife, was starting a new chapter in his life. They’d just relocated to Seattle’s high-tech neighbor, Bellevue, Washington. They… Read More How I was Ambushed By Gay Pride