It’s been a few weeks since our move, yet remnants of my old routine still nag at me – it’s as if my subconscious urges me to drive over the bridge, to catch up with the paths I had walked… Read More ›
San Francisco
Memories Applied in a Dirt Lot
Like a camera out of focus, everything in front of me was just a little bit off. I pinched my eyes to temper the blur, to see that the world around me was, in fact, real. It was a moment… Read More ›
When Old Bridges Pass
The old bridge runs alongside the new. Like a shadow of my past crossings, it’s a stark reminder that nothing in this world is permanent. Piece by piece, they disassemble the steel, and each morning I glance over my right… Read More ›
Fruits of Labor
I know a winemaker. Not many people get to say that. One of the benefits of living in California, I suppose. But even more than knowing him, I know his story. He didn’t always make wine. And that’s the thought… Read More ›
California One (A Short Story)
“There’s at least fifty ways to forgive your mother,” said Stitches, “and I bet you haven’t tried a single one of them.” Below them, the number one bus released air and lowered its door to the curb. Charlie let gravity… 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 ›
When the Going Gets Stuff
The movers will arrive in exactly one week. We will cram our stuff into cardboard boxes labeled stuff. We will pack our bags and collapse the bugaboo, and probably attach a few “free” post-it notes to the lamps and fans… Read More ›
The Return Point
I’d have to say that our move back to San Francisco has always been in the back of my mind. But when we first moved to the UK, it just seemed so far away. Two years is a long time, even in… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 