Rootlessness

Friends of mine posted a link to a New Yorker article about Breaking Bad recently. I met my dearest lifelong friends, who are like family now, whom I can’t imagine not in my life, in Albuquerque in high school. (I have to take a moment here to plug Tanya Ward Goodman’s beautiful, aching memoir “Leaving…

I wrote this in 2017, and didn’t realize I hadn’t shared it, but not much has changed..

I bought some cherries at the farmer’s market on Sunday. I looked around, since the ones I saw were expensive: $8 for a large pint. It seemed that they cost less last year. I went to the…

“I never date actors.”

That sentence is a summation of dating in Los Angeles. Assumptions of personality based on occupation and a set of rules. I’ve been on the receiving end, and also felt it more than a few times. What the speaker usually means is they don’t date…

Right after New Year I went to visit my friend Randy about an hour north of San Francisco, where he lives in a remote cabin. He’s somewhat of a nature boy, and though I pretend to that, I’m much more comfortable in a city with access to nature. A friend of his was hosting a cocktail party with a group of…

The friend I wrote about with cancer a few months ago died. I had been crying when I wrote it, but had hope that it would not end this way. It did. I dread grief. Once again awake, exhausted, and somehow not ready for sleep.