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I don’t seek peace, I seek quiet.
There is a difference between peace and quiet. A gulf that falls between. Peace isn’t mine to seek, not mine to look for, not mine to secure. Peace is given not taken. Peace is impossibly above me. Peace isn’t something you can find in a shop, or a building, nor on top of a mountain […]
MoreMy Current State of Being and Past Lives
Let’s make this clear – I am scum. I am so scummy that there is no redemption for me. That doesn’t mean I am not a devoted mother. I am absolutely devoted, totally loving and I have done my absolute best over the years, despite being faced by huge obstacles and no to little support […]
MoreLiving Inside
I have lived back inside for six months now. Five years on the road in campers and tents with no inside showers or bathrooms, and now six months of showers whenever I want them, and the walk to the bathroom being across carpet not down trails. I had previously been homeless on a few occasions […]
MoreAll Aboard the Young Nostalgia Train. Next Stop: The Past
Neil Young has made a career out of nostalgia, even from the start he was longing for the past and making us jones along with him. Sugar Mountain is one of his earliest songs, and is a lament for his lost youth, written just after he became unable to visit his favorite teeny bopper joint […]
MoreFrom My Window (#3)
It is what passes for daylight out there. Foggy skies of indeterminate color, a soupy mess of a day. Everything can change in a second in San Francisco: a cold day can turn into bright Californian summer haze; brilliant heat can turn to a brisk wind and suffocating sea fog, rain can dissolve into rainbows, […]
MoreThe Cooking Conundrum
I have to hide my rice cooker. In it I make illicit sweet potatoes. Illegal cassava pasta. Verboten brown rice and forbidden tofu scrambles. We are not allowed hotplates or rice cookers, kettles or other instruments of nutrition. When I explain I have celiac disease and get so very sick with minor cross contamination, and […]
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