Ramblings of a Beautiful and Restless Mind
Choices. I wrote this word down after a conversation I had at Glide, the place where a few of us volunteer once a week to help serve breakfast to the homeless in the Tenderloin neighborhood in San Francisco. We were wondering if there was any way to simplify the process of serving food so that… Continue reading Choosing Not To Choose
...Yes, yes I did. I’m not kidding. If Carrie hadn’t married Big and wasn’t living in a multi-million dollar New York City apartment, she would be living in San Francisco, have a boyfriend, and would be running her own successful business helping companies craft their stories through creative writing. And she would be THE BOMB. Real-life… Continue reading Did I Really Just Meet The Real-Life Carrie From “Sex and the City”?
"A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike, and all plans, safeguards, policies and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggles that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us." - John Steinbeck A friend and I spontaneously decided to visit Portland, Oregon, over Thanksgiving break because neither… Continue reading On The Run: An Oregon-California Road Trip
Close your eyes and take a deep breath. And another one. Feel your ribs expand as your lungs fill themselves with air, then feel them contract as you exhale. Another deep breath. No, that wasn’t the beginning of a yoga class. That was me trying to make you aware of something we do so naturally… Continue reading When Was The Last Time?
There’s a song lyric by my favorite Argentine band, Soda Stereo, that I love above all others: “El silencio no es tiempo perdido” – “Silence is not time wasted.” There are many times when words are not necessary, neither written nor spoken. It’s a hard lesson to learn for those of us who love words… Continue reading A Reckless Abandonment of Self
“How are you?” a friend asked. For the first time in a while, I paused to think about my response. This has become such an easy question to answer with a quick and lazy “Good, you?” that stopping myself from vomiting that phrase was a hard task, harder than it should have been. This time,… Continue reading Because I’m…
I needed to write this before you answered me. You are sleeping right now, which gives me the perfect opportunity to finally breathe some life onto this page. We embark on a journey from the moment we are born and until the day we die. We do not choose to be thrust into this world.… Continue reading Your Trip, My Journey
You were the only person I saw at that moment; the only one I could focus on. I wasn’t expecting you to be there, but oh, what a lovely surprise. I caught the smile in your eyes when you saw me. It was a brief, vulnerable smile that you did not have time to disguise.… Continue reading Again
I had to battle a lot of demons in order to get the photo you see at the top of this post. Mood swings can be aggressive… Forget feeling bipolar; I was multi-polar, volatile, and explosive that day. I went for run to get it out of my system. I walked down Bush Street to… Continue reading A Big, Fresh Breath of Living
“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will… Continue reading We Forget
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