They Are Together Still
In grief, sorrow often spreads across one’s body before the precise cause of it becomes apparent. A perfectly fine day turns dark, devoid of light. One has to fight back … Continue reading
The Power to Stay: Magical Realism from SF’s Mission
Daily life in San Francisco frequently involves bearing witness to yet another suddenly-shuttered local business, mostly the ones that don’t worry so much about their looks, but instead are packed … Continue reading
Trying to Find Light against the Gray
My mom was too good at savoring the deep joys of life, and in the simplest of things. Some would call it mindfulness of the present. Others might view it … Continue reading
No Home, No Compassion
This must be my “lucky” day in terms of witnessing random (intentional) acts of unkindness, or maybe I’m simply no good at not noticing the human suffering swirling around all … Continue reading
Yet Another Wake-up Call
Morning in San Francisco brings not only brilliant sun and the bustle of produce stands opening but also the SF Department of Public Works, guarded by a police car, “cleaning … Continue reading
What Anarchism Is and Isn’t
Today I experimented yet again, all the while battling my inner push-me, pull-me dialogue of whether it was a sensible decision or not, in doing a mainstream media show — … Continue reading
Hearing Voices
I had a conversation with my mom in a dream last night. Our talk was so vivid that I could literally hear the tenor of her voice. It started off … Continue reading
