A journey of eleven thousand five hundred miles begins with a single step.

When I purchased my Amtrak cross country trip weeks ago, back in May, I was told I could pick up the Rail Pass and boarding tickets at my first boarding, which would be in Lamy NM. OR, I could pick up them up at the San Francisco Transbay Transit (temporary) Terminal. A new (bigger and …

I’ve been to Hollywood. I’ve been to Redwood.

But I’ve never been to Canada. A sweet aroma seeps in through my window with jasmine and honeysuckle blooming in the breeze. My next big adventure is just around the corner – plane, trains, buses and automobiles. I’ve got to fit a boat in there somewhere. I think I know where. West coast to east …

Dear Governor,

You didn’t know Jorge. He was just one of thousands of mentally ill patients living in one of your state mental health hospitals. I wonder sometimes how his sister, his only surviving relative, is doing. I wonder if she knows the truth about how and why he died. Jorge didn’t die from his heart disease, …

Micrófono Abierto Bilingüe con Chocolate

I moved from San Francisco to Napa CA in 2009 to take a new job. I wasn’t looking forward to living in what I thought of as a white-bread community. I soon realized how ignorant I was. I chose a working class neighborhood in which to make my home and eventually became active in the …

One 10-foot Bronze Pirate, please. Hold the Anchovies. 

We woke up late. Raylan and I decided it was a fine day to go over to the ocean, and headed west to Dillon Beach. As we rounded the last corner down to the sand, just on the south side of the road, we were surprised to find a 10-foot tall pirate statue. He was …

She Made a Difference

I like to think mothers the world over do their absolute best to provide loving arms, direction, laughter, and nurturance to the children in their lives. Some mothers do a better job than others – I know that. It’s not always easy. Or ever easy. Other women, who haven’t birthed one baby, give their hearts …

It’s a Ride, Not a Race.

I celebrated Earth Day out on it. It was to be my first 50-mile bike ride in support of Cycle for Sight/Enchanted Hills Camp/Lighthouse for the Blind. I’ve been training for it. I ended up cutting the ride short—not because I couldn’t physically do it. Oh…I could have. Definitely could have. No, I had a big …

Half and Half

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” My writing desk sits smack in front of a big window. I pause as I write to peek out on life as …

Headbanger in Paradise, Part 4

CONTINUED FROM  Headbanger in Paradise, Part 3 Posted on  12/3/2016   It was warm where we sat in the day hall, sunlight streaming through the windows onto my assessment sheet.             “What’s your name?” I asked. “Frank.” “Where are you?” He looked out the bank of steel-framed windows holding yhe world outside in a giant …

Mirrors

Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance. Hope. I’ve been clawing my way over and under these feelings since that November 8 evening. Long before then, I was frightened, angry, and shocked as I watched little donnie in his made-for-twitter gutters and swamps. Everything he’s done, everything he is doing, is exactly what I’ve come to expect. Nothing he does surprises …