You know your friend is cool when in the middle of eating a buttery syrupy pancake they stop, look at you and say “Look, Africa!” Frankly, I may not have noticed. The fluffy continent might have ended up in my mouth before my brain recognized its contours. We were having breakfast at Fox’s, Altadena’s family… Continue reading Africa pancake
I love living in Los Angeles. I also hate living in Los Angeles. But I have an innate ability to see magical things in people and places because, frankly, I’m willing to take that risk. I’ve maintained, miraculously, a childlike excitement about the world around me. Through disappointments, illnesses, losing jobs, being broke, having to… Continue reading Steamed fish
I spent a day driving the Colonial Parkway today.
I had a car, hours in front of me, and a deep-seated desire to experience the Fall colors and crisp air, and the other-worldliness of the Parkway, all 23 miles of its winding curves with no stop lights or stop signs.
Los Angeles county is 4,752 square miles. If you live and work there, it can become a thick molasses you can’t get away from, no matter how fast and far you drive. So a jaunt to Oregon to visit my grandparents was a welcome and needed escape.
I first discovered Pierrot Men’s work in Fianarantsoa, when I was in Madagascar in 2001 and he blew me away. Perhaps because he caught in images that were sometimes bleak, the breadth of my experience, an experience I was unable to share or process at the time. I was traveling alone and intensely occupied with… Continue reading Pierrot Men
Here’s the link to subscribe to what I believe Garrison Keillor is truly great for: the daily writer’s almanac. It’s a cocktail of beautiful poems, sprinkled with literary tidbits and history. One of those daily emails truly worth getting. I always love hearing the almanac when I’m in the US but it’s a very short… Continue reading yet still he clings
While I’m traveling, I’ll be posting a few posts at a time, in between internet connections. This one is from the plane, written before landing in London. It’s only 9:52 PM and I’m exhausted. I wonder why there’s no internet in the air. We should be closer to satellites, shouldn’t we? I had a very… Continue reading Above the Atlantic