Good Things In Their Moment, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:27am
The news, which I have been sitting on until it was official, is that my son has sold his debut novel. End of Life will
The news, which I have been sitting on until it was official, is that my son has sold his debut novel. End of Life will

This week my middle sister and I went to see the Ruth Asawa exhibit at SFMOMA. Tuesday, September 2nd, is the last day of the

Thursday I went with a friend to Bouquets to Art, a fundraiser held annually at two of the city’s older museums, where local florists install

My husband and I have begun crabbing. Or, more precisely, we’ve begun to try to crab. This is perhaps not something you expected to hear.

I don’t know about you, but I love recommendations from online friends. The world is crammed full of “recommendation engines” so it’s nice to come

WORK. This is the work of my son, in fact. This is a photo of Jonathan Anderson, of Loewe, J.W. Anderson and many other inspirations

Thursday night, I went to the theater. That wasn’t me on the stage. This was, in front of a clothes hanger hanging on my shoe
In pursuit of understanding how to write genre fiction, I have read very much of it these past few years. I now know that I

Let’s revisit the age-old practice of a Shout Out. Remember? Remember always making sure we supported our Internet friends and colleagues? Why yes, I do

First things first, as I want you to see this show if you are so inclined. My son’s gallery exhibition, “Reading,” runs through next Saturday

It’s hard to know, these days, the role of hope, and if hope is appropriate, where? I don’t have the answers. However, I do have

The Sturdy Gal didn’t expect this. That someone, who in fact she raised, as much as one person can raise the mystery of another, would
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