writer, editor & digital communicator
essays for time and place; letters from a new land
I was skeptical.
We've been calling the dog "Booger" too much- he's starting to think it's his name.
I tell people I got into wine while studying abroad in Italy my junior year, but that isn't really true.
It's 105 degrees in the valley and the sky is on fire- gently raining ash from the pale yellow haze of a forest fire fifty miles north.
We'll get to Thanksgiving when we get to it.
I imagine grief like this.
The trains in LA come exactly when they say they will.
Sometimes you just have to mark time.
I've been in Palm Springs for 60 hours and slept for 3.