My husband and I crawl along the 101 northbound on our way to see author David Sedaris read at UCLA. We treated ourselves to events like this before Mom descended into dementia. But lately, my cell phone has me jumping, and Mom’s facility doesn’t call to share good...
“What could go wrong?”my friend asksas we enter the ruined grounds. As if in reply,a sign on the wallwarns of falling bricks. Broken glass and syringeslive in the tall grass, and sheis in mini shorts and go-go boots. The distant front gatereflects blue and red...
Photo: Jimmy Baikovicius via Wikimedia Commons. License: CC BY-SA 2.0 The vortex map says that the branches of the junipers growing near the four sources have an axial twist,and my husband and I wonder why we’ve never really felt any of the ...
Photo: Chris Leipelt via Unsplash He took me to Big Sur by way of Monterey, where we stayed in Carmel-by-the-Sea, tucked away in separate motel rooms because I was unsure of his capacity for control, not that I had any reason to doubt it other than I knew my body and...
Photo by Zoey Punteney The Corkscrew is in a quaint little commercial area called Rockbrook on 108th and Center, just off the interstate. The shop is in a glorified strip mall with a brick facade and a lovely shaded patio that faces west. I’m alone and elect to sit...
Johnkan0301, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons I make it to Tawas Point State Park on the 25th of November around one or two in the afternoon, although the position of the sun makes it feel later. I am on foot–I am all feet, my mind compacted into the most...
