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For most of us, it is nearly impossible to envision the Golden Gate–that area of the San Francisco Bay where it joins up with the Pacific Ocean–without the majestic presence of the Golden Gate Bridge (the bridge took her name from the location, not the other way around). Still, it just seems like she was always meant to be in...
I write these words mostly in my head because they’d be too loaded to have brazenly displayed on my computer or on my calendar. And anyway our feelings are communicated, even though they’re unspoken. So I’ll just keep writing what I feel in my head to keep me safe and sane. (written some time in the early 1990s)
I am at a complete loss tonight. Of all the things I could have heard this morning, I was not prepared to hear that Chris Cornell died. I’ve been in a tailspin since 5:15 this morning, with virtually no time or space to process this news and grieve. If you follow any of my socnets, you may notice a Chris...
I was going through a box yesterday evening when I came across a stack of old journals, many had been started, then stopped. One in particular has a few entries beginning right after my mother’s death, as I began processing that and everything that came at me in the months that followed. I wasn’t consistent with the entries: some are...