Grade school for me was a California boy’s paradise, a gold rush banker’s mansion made over into a jungle of early math and Ishi stories surrounded by dense green forest. When the rain came we would roam deep into the woods, damming the creeks and returning steaming to the ballroom. My parents were a San… Continue reading Spin the Bottle
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Nobody asked me, so I’m asking you
I’ve been crying a lot lately. I cried yesterday in a room of sixty people that I had just met, and I cried in the shower at the yoga studio this morning. I did wonder for a moment what people might have thought of a man of 49 years, sitting there in a conference room… Continue reading Nobody asked me, so I’m asking you
Falafel stop
As I came in to off the street, a woman is standing there, neither in nor outside of the tiny shop, reddened, cloaked eyes asking for help. She holds out her hand and the guy in front of me says “sorry, no cash,” and looks back at his phone. The woman pauses and then replies… Continue reading Falafel stop