When I moved in with Thomas, I was leaving the dry heat of the East-East Bay Area behind to join those who cluster around the San Francisco Bay itself, and wallow in the marine layer that keeps us fairly cool in the summer, warm in the winter. The house is …
I wish I’d studied Latin in high school. My mother did, my sister did, but I was spared the agony of learning a language that didn’t survive daily life. But it did. It hid away, and creeps out in our expressions and turns of phrase all the time; not only …
Thomas can start and end the day with the TV, radio, or a video on his iPad before bed, but I find …
It’s a quiet day here in Alameda. Last night I was putting away a few glasses of wine with a dozen friends …
It lives! Not that we get much of a winter here in the Bay Area, but it does get chilly for a …
Snails do not like to fly. They are not very aerodynamic. I keep giving them flying lessons, hoping someday one of them …
The above may sound nonsensical, but what I mean is this: if you’re doing a lot of one, it’s going to affect …
I wandered into Cary Tennis’ column today. I can’t even remember how or why, but there I was. This in particular caught my …
Sometimes speaking with another writer is just what it takes to jar me out of a dry spell. It’s not that there …
I wonder at the many ways in which we communicate. From the subliminal to the overt, we say so much sometimes that …