When I tried to think of a title for this post, the first thing that popped into my head was December First- which is when I’m actually sitting down to put it together. Of course, it won’t publish until tomorrow, but the sentiment remains the same. The “wherethefuckhastheyeargone” sentiment that keeps creeping up behind me and scaring me half […]
A half hour after I land in San Francisco, I’m sitting on my brother’s couch watching my niece in her swing. She’s almost three months old and she doesn’t like to be held. If you pick her up, she generally responds by wailing dramatically until you put her down. And then the waterworks stop […]
This weekend I flew up to San Francisco to spend a few days with my brother, sister-in-law, and my niece, Harper, who’s almost three months old. We took her to her first museum- the California Academy of Sciences- where she quickly became enthralled with the aquariums. Longer post to follow, but for now… photographs taken at […]
I’ve been away the last week meeting and celebrating the birth of my first niece, Harper Arden. She is unbelievable.
I get sick on the way to San Francisco. I eat a boring dinner: bland risotto and heirloom tomatoes. My mother has steak. We share a half bottle of wine. That night we try to watch a movie but the stomach pain has already started. I think I’m gong to be sick, I say. […]
photographs taken at the Benziger Winery in Sonoma Valley, California.
Four months in Los Angeles pass quickly and before I know it, I wake up to the unmistakable air of fall. It’s cold in my apartment. I leave the window open for the cat but he eschews his usual place on the sill for a spot the bed, curled up by my feet. The long […]
In August my hair starts to grow back. I notice one morning after blow-drying it. My forehead is fringed with a thin layer of new, wispy bangs. There are one-inch strands of hair that start at my temples and curl upward over my cheekbones. I go and get a haircut. This is good, my hairdresser […]
photographs taken at Land’s End in San Francisco, California with a Canon 60D.
There is something about the Golden Gate bridge that could never possibly get old. There is the feeling, when you’re looking at it, that you could keep on looking at it forever. I thought I might have that same sensation when I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time—and I did. And again when […]
these vagaries. 