Tag Archives: San Francisco

That First Breath

I try not to love it– I always side on the right side of the song writer and less near the performer– But that first breath of Hallelujah when Buckley makes it his takes me back to that room with … Continue reading

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The Art of Curation

On my sister blog, Throwing Chanclas, I started a campaign called Just. One. Book. The idea? To build a library back up at Greenville High School. The library has been closed for some 10 odd years and the relationship between books … Continue reading

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El Balazo

We got the call after she’d already Been waiting two hours for his returns And the women working in the reception office Started to get nervous. We bought her cab to us not knowing what condition She’d be in. We … Continue reading

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The Fog Rolls In

This morning awaken by the fog horn on the bridge I lost for a moment. I lost not where I was but when I was. I’ve stayed in Russian Hill, the Marina…I lived in the Outer Richmond and the Inner … Continue reading

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A Morning with My Mother in San Francisco

Dear Mom, I am 45 years old. Let’s just put that out there up front. I know how to set my alarm when I need to get up super early and on top of that when I’m going to an … Continue reading

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Equals, Volume 1: Exploration

Equals, Volume 1: Exploration is beautiful. Beautiful. Colorful, well-edited. Just amazing. Full disclosure: I’m in it. Well, a chapter of my memoir is. Check out the anthology and check out “Burial at Sea.”

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Mission Walk

I’ve tried to explain to my daughter who wants to know why I have almost but not quite cried all afternoon it’s the ghosts, I tell her I can’t walk near Alvarado/Guerrero because cancer got that one I can’t walk … Continue reading

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An Excerpt from the Book: Coming Out Too

EPILOGUE This morning as I drove around the valley to drop off the kids at school, the bright , blue sky, green hills and granite mountain peaks where too beautiful to contain. In Plumas County, California, at the top of … Continue reading

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Lysa Rhean Provencio featured in Penduline Press

Penduline Press Friend and artist Lysa Rhean Provencio is the featured artist in the Bound Issue of Penduline PRess. If you are up to reading sexy fiction about getting a tattoo while strapped to a table you can check out … Continue reading

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24-Hour Mother People, Part 1

It’s an odd thing to travel alone when one is used to being available for the children. Even stranger for me is when I head to San Francisco: my city of my first marriage, my city of my single life, … Continue reading

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