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I am here to nudge a dozen women who’ve setanchor around a small moorage of tables into writing about grief. And they do. And, if theywish, they read. Tears spill; tissue is passed. But under the table, sitting closer to … Continue reading →

And she placed its open facedown on the mustard cushionbefore she rose to a magnificentheight that I enviedas I watched her walk away. I flirted with the Who is she?story taking shape in my head,but the more insistent questionwas What … Continue reading →

When I am alone on the trail above the sea,I think none of these things.But once I’m home, treading sidewalksover city streets this is what runsthrough the ticker tape of my brain: My right ankle feels sore… Is that plantar … Continue reading →

(verb: to bask in the sun) Cats mastered this eons ago,having passed on the lizard-likequality to all felines ever after, which is why, on the hottestof days, like these at the frontend of fall, you may find a clowder of … Continue reading →

Just this: A bowl of Anahola Granola withplenty of vanilla yogurt atop it,sprinkled with fresh blueberries. My jug of tea for drinkingand a soft cushion for sittingon this deck as the glory of an at-last sunny morning dawnsand a ruler-straight … Continue reading →

(at The Sea Ranch, Sonoma coast) On the first day of fall on the Sonomacoast we find ourselves foggy, whichis not unusual for our state of mind.But this fog obliterates the horizon, though the sun does make a cameoappearance as … Continue reading →

(for Pamela and Dave withthanks for a happy afternoonin Pt. Arena, California) ••• Finally, the blueafter days of gray,but the coast leansthat way at times, gulls and buoystogether bobbingin lacy fog, or stuckin the thick blanket of it. But we … Continue reading →

Even in my looming absenceI am here, in your reaching.I am horizon; you will never hold me. I will always hold you. —Steve Garnaas-Holmes, from “Out of Reach” ••• I hear you, looming absence,not yet here but nearby, so close … Continue reading →

While I’m away, Mary and Louise have come to staywith Poki and Diego. Louise, the new furry familymember, bounced into Mary’slife as she traveled in Mexico, which meant that Louise,like many immigrants, understoodmore Spanish than English. Lulu, ven aqui! Mary … Continue reading →

This is where they birthed their pups.This is where they swam with themin the shallows, getting their babiesused to being the half-land, half-oceancreatures they are. This is where they spent hours atopthe detritus of long-gone sealife,lolling around on shell bitsand … Continue reading →