[A cow I won't be eating, on the Bolinas Ridge trail, March 2010.] The wind was whipping about a bit the other night as I crossed over Divis (summer in the city, you continue to pain me) and ran the last few blocks along Fell before turning up the hill toward home. As I slogged [...]

[Pumpkin, barley and root vegetables, November 2008.] For all of my incomprehension about just how exactly we’re right smack in the middle of November and not still ensconced on a deserted beach somewhere along the California coast at the end of July, I’m finally starting to feel that little thrill that comes along with the [...]

[Clouds over Bath, September 2008.] Le fin du weekend: the windows are open, the tree outside my living room is blowing in the strong breeze, there’s classical music on the radio and white beans simmering on the stove for an early dinner, the clouds are gusting over the hill. Though I didn’t do a whole [...]

[Seawall Beach, September 2008.] The last time I was in Maine was four years ago in May, just after my cousin died. It was a hard time: she was just barely 24 years old, and there was a terrible car accident along a dark road near Sonoma, and a week of life support, and then [...]

[Baltimore this morning, August 2008.] I think I may have feelings for Baltimore. Wait, come back. I still love San Francisco — no, really, I do. But I’m sort of falling in crush with another city by the bay, and it’s making me all gushy. I know. I know. I’m not leaving California anytime soon [...]