March is such a fickle month. It is the seam between winter and spring—though seam suggests an even hem, and March is more like a rough line of stitches sewn by an unsteady hand, swinging wildly between January gusts and June greens. You don’t know what you’ll find, until you step outside. – V. E. Schwab
Read More March 2022Sometimes when I’m swimming, I think that maybe someday I’ll put my red Speedo up for auction. Or maybe I’ll donate it to the Smithsonian. They can stuff it with two plums and a gherkin and put it on display. — David Duchovny
Read More The Smithsonian • 2022“Why, what’s the matter,
That you have such a February face,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?”
― William Shakespeare
“I blink January’s lashes
and gush down December’s cheeks”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence
“I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape–the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ”
–Andrew Wyeth
“I know that I have died before—once in November.” – Anne Sexton
Read More November 2021Try to remember when life was so tender / That love was an ember about to billow.
Read More September 2021There was more color in October than I had thought. My GF and I did a fun horror photo shoot. I ate amazing Soul Food and made my favorite fall treat: the stuffed and baked pumpkin. B and I went to my first California Renaissance Faire. BP and I went to the most amazing Halloween […]
Read More October 2021 • The Rest“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” — Lin Yutang
Read More OCTOBER 2021 • AN IMPROMPTU ESCAPE TO LONG BEACH, CA • PART IIIIf you don’t love life you can’t enjoy an oyster; there is a shock of freshness to it and intimations of the ages of man, some piercing intuition of the sea and all its weeds and breezes. – Eleanor Clark
Read More OCTOBER 2021 • AN IMPROMPTU ESCAPE TO LONG BEACH, CA • PART II
A Place For Everything. 