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Since I’m writing a book about a ghost, I thought I’d share my opinions and personal experiences and maybe find out fro

Fort Miley, the Sutro Baths and Ocean Beach

The trail eventually completes its course around the point to F

There are a variety of opinions regarding the war in Iraq. For some, it is a tiresome subject that is to be avoided at all

Wild Places in San Francisco

San Francisco is one of the great walking cities. A stroll down any one of num

The Presidio

All of this area, beginning with the Golden Gate Promenade, has all been within the confines o

Spring on the eastern seaboard can be a tumultuous season. The wind roars; the rain falls in torrents. There is also the po

—for writing non-offensive, yet cheerful critiques is WORSE than actually making an offensive comment.

My Hero

My mother and I may not have always had the best relationship. Namely because I thought I knew ever

A strong stride and step, perfectly timed to music that is the dance that gets us from one end of the aisle to the other. I

The charcoal slowly engulfs every clean surface, infecting the room like a cancer. The clean linens of the ultra white bedd

The ceiling fan’s soft hum lulls me into a superficial sleep. The cool air moving across my shoulders, making me burrow d

“Orphan”

“A crippled, crawling,curious girl,
stumbled into light;
her fractur

I still love you.  Maybe I’ll never stop loving you.  I sometimes think about the what if’s…

It was late. At the time of this story, I was working in a traveling club band, mostly in the New England area. Our home ba

Walking to School

My earliest days of school are mostly a blur to me now as I try to recall them. The earli

Trying to do anything constructive for longer than five minutes in my house is like trying to escape from a lion’s den wh

        Chickens tend to dislike having people poke around in their nests, stealing

“Orphan”

“A crippled, crawling,curious girl,
stumbled into light;
her fractur

Coastal Run

After yet another run around the ports of the Pacific Rim, I was once again in San Francisco, m

After reading the book, “Sleeping with Extraterrestials,” it occurred to me that very few people these days wou

“Here take this” Tone said.I think, “fuck this is it, this is big. He really trusts me now.” He sho

        Tigers belong in the wild.  The few people who spend any amount o

So there I was on a flight from Nairobi to Khartoum in the summer of 2005 stuffed into the middle seat between two of the m

There is a long tradition of storytelling by men who “go down to the sea in ships”, commonly known as “yarns”. Typi

Her heart pounds hard against her chest. She fumbles forcing herself up from the grounds. Twigs and leaves bundle in her ha

Enroute to Port au Prince in the summer of 1995 I made a connection at Miami International Airport.  The transfer

   When I hear Thomas’ name, I instantly think of his mischievous smile and his laugh. He used to call me Mrs.

The Big Couch

There are a few memories I have about the first house we ever lived in. What I mostly remembe

The First New House

I don’t know how many times I’ve began to try and tell my life story but I always f

“Endings are usually sad. Beginnings are usually scary, but it’s the middle that counts.” My grandmother loves saying