Wayward words tumble like elbows, knees, and toes fall into the gut of a man pushed down a padded flight of stairs. Padded stairs? Yes, padded stairs – just in case I’m that man, so that I can survive to… Read More ›
Rambling
I Know You Are but What Am I?
What if someone (let’s say Pee Wee Herman, for kicks) told you that you could travel back to any time and place? I pondered this question for a few minutes and toured just a few of the almost endless possibilities…. Read More ›
Chimichanga Line
Chipotle’s business model has one subtle issue: the lightening quick and oft robotic preparation of my burrito, just behind an insincere sneeze screen, makes it almost impossible not to attack my burrito like a rabid werewolf when it’s done. It’s… Read More ›
What’s Important to Me?
With long lines at the gym and salad bars, I can’t help but think January has to mean something more to me. It’s not just a new calendar year, it’s a new beginning: a time, no doubt, to set goals… Read More ›
Taking Stock in Our Kitchen
I’d like to think when Aunt Helen said “if you’re not cooking, get out of the kitchen,” a special exclusion applied to me. Me. I wasn’t even tall enough to see down into the treasured stockpot filled with my Nonni’s… Read More ›
The Flying Curtain
The flimsy blue curtain dangled loose from its Velcro snap. I caught a glimpse of the other side as it swayed with the turbulence. Between waves of blanket blue, I spied warm peanuts and champagne. The curtain separated two classes…. Read More ›
If You Can’t Handle The Heat, Sit in a Kitchen
The sun relented behind the river bank, yet dusk’s glow did not bring cooler air. And despite the persistent heat, we positioned our seasoned chairs into a familiar ring. We were camping, so it wasn’t like we had much choice… Read More ›
Write City, Without Words
Sound City, directed by David Grohl, documents the infamous and turbulent times of the now defunct recording studio of the same name. Let me just say, it’s an incredible film (if I get a hankering, I may post a review). … Read More ›
Holy Pozole, I’ve Been Here Before
Wait a minute, I’ve been here before. It’s not just the familiar smell of taquitos cooking in corn oil or the crisp smell of lime squeezed over a paper bowl of pozole. Nor is it the effortless Spanish voices behind… Read More ›
Coincidence? I Think Jot.
A man in a faded sapphire Acura encroached our cross walk as we strolled in the morning sun towards Dolores Park. I wouldn’t call it a near miss, but it was close enough. We shook our heads and stepped onto… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 