I left work at 5 o’clock, heading North on J-5 a few miles out of Lockeford, a small agricultural town in the Sacramento Delta, destination Mendocino. My first book event for BURNING WOMAN Memoirs of an Elder was the next evening. I was invited to be on a panel of...
When my daughter and son-in-law offered us a month on their Sausalito houseboat while they vacationed in Germany, Tom and I jumped at the chance to escape the three-digit heat of mid-summer in Calaveras County. We would also care for their ninety-pound silver lab...
PART 3 – MY LOVE AFFAIR WITH INDIE BOOKSTORES My love affair with indie bookstores began when I moved to Berkeley in 1990. Telegraph Avenue was just a 15-minute bike ride from where I lived, a mecca for new and used books, Moe’s, Cody’s, and my favorite,...
PART 2 – A CIRCLE OF WOMEN Creating ritual is a journey that begins before the actual event. There’s a sense of yearning for something you haven’t yet imagined. It needs time to rise, like bread dough, until it begins to take shape in your mind. Inspired by my...
Tom left for Washington D.C. on June 15th for six days. It was our first time apart since the pandemic shutdown. We’d gotten used to being together, working at home, and sleeping together every night. But it was time for Tom to go and he was excited (actually...
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