Ramblings of a Beautiful and Restless Mind
Golden hues filter in through the window As night falls slowly and the air becomes crisp. In the distance, the bridge's towers gently pierce the tinted sky And the waves roll in, crashing softly, Coming and going, coming and going. A woman sings sweetly Playing gorgeous melodies with her guitar. The travelers listen intently, enraptured.… Continue reading Golden Orange Hues
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
“That man is always in a bad mood!” I said, annoyed. Brando smiled back and, with a you-should-know-better-than-to-say-that look, he responded: “Well, I would be, too, if I had to sleep on the pavement every night.” Aaaaand that is how I was promptly and swiftly put. in. my. place. Touché Brando. You win. For the… Continue reading We Can Do More
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
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