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
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