It's mid-October and it's glorious in San Francisco.  A pre-Halloween heat wave bakes the city during the day, but early sunsets mean cool evenings and mornings.  The skies are impossibly blue, cloudless.  The outdoor dining popping up everywhere is full -- almost uncomfortably, perhaps slightly dangerously full, but also a welcome sign of life in a place that was, for a time, unrecognizably and apocalyptically closed.  To anyone from anywhere else it would feel like summer, but here by the Bay these short, warm days speak undeniably of Fall. Anticipation. My sister and I ... [READ MORE]

Here's what I can't stop thinking about : Tension // Intention.    I can't shake the homophonous connection, so I looked it up, and lo, there is a root share.  It's tendere (shoutout to my fellow #wordnerds), which deals with straining, effort, pull, and push. Anyway, I find it compelling that the root of intention -- which has lately been co-opted into the arena of yoga, journals, and clean eating; in other words, peacefulness and wholeness --  is, at the end of the day, about strain. I've been setting a lot of intentions lately.  You know what?  Intentions aren't easy.  They are my ... [READ MORE]

Photo by Babygirl, April 2020 In my mind, this is the moment: when LittleMan was taking his first steps, and he was in the diaper with the brown t-shirt of unknown provenance (though it meant something then, those 11 years ago), and the parrots were on the deck, and he was pressed against the glass, and we had the video camera going, and it was amazing. Except, no. This is how things get conflated.  This was, like, seven different things that I somehow, in my nostalgia, managed to converge into one, perfect memory...and it was none of those things. Littleman took his first, careful ... [READ MORE]