Last weekend, on a sunny Saturday morning, I rolled out of bed fairly early, went to the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market, loaded up on spring veggies, and headed to the loft to make a proper spring brunch. And it.was.amazing. How could it not be? There's nothing like the first veggies of spring. I am
Springtime is the land awakening. The March winds are the morning yawn. —Lewis Grizzard Let me just get this much out of the way: It's been a long time, and much has changed. I stopped blogging largely because I am not ready -- and will likely never be willing -- to discuss it. I may
Fourteen years ago this year I graduated from high school. My graduating class was tight-knit and very small (70 girls) and most of them had been going to school together for seven years, if not longer. I had only been there for two years, but it's tough not to make important connections in
Hello? Is anyone out there? *dusts entryway* Hello?! Oh, hi, if you're reading this. I know I disappeared after I came back from Germany and stopped blogging, but I have a valid reason: I returned from Germany a different person, with supercharged priorities and new priorities and no idea how I
We are home from our trip after a crazy, exhausting, unpredictable trip home that involved 24 hours, four of the world's busiest airports, and three flights, two of which were not the flights we'd booked (ours was canceled, long story short). It really is good to be back, but this was the g
I don't know where to start. I really don't. Right now I am writing in an effort at trying to stay awake. We are on an ICE train currently on its way from Hannover back to Berlin, and the ICE train, I now know, is the mortal enemy of my conscious life. The second I sit down on one of these
Oh my. I am so embarrassed that I am writing up my trip that already has become almost two trips ago, and certainly more than two weeks ago, on this ridiculously abandoned blog. I have major excuses, like some of the worst life-at-home stress of my entire life, and financial horror, and a wild trip
I've looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow it's cloud illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds at all —Joni Mitchell | Both Sides Now On Saturday night I had a photo gig on Gough & Bush Street, at the Gough Street Playhouse. My job was
I've actually been back from my awesome, amazing Oregon trip since Monday, but I've had a crazy week of work and stress on the home front, so I decided to continue my blogging break until today. I had a wonderful time on my mini-vacation last week. I hadn't been home since Thanksgiving
It has been a few days since I've posted. This really wasn't intentional -- see, last week was crazy. We had a transit strike here in SF and I was literally unable to get to work all week . It's the beginning of the month, so I couldn't take time off, I had to work from home. Scott
I hadn't planned on going to Pride this year. But a photography opportunity opened up to me on Friday -- taking photos of a dance troupe, Hot Pink Feathers, IN the parade -- and that coupled with the Supreme Court's rulings on Prop 8 and DOMA sealed the deal. I had never experienced the
