Category Archives: Explorations

It was like a bolt of lightning hit me when I stepped into the shower today. I froze. I don’t know how long it lasted, but I was in my own dream space, realizing that if my Aunt Judy dies, … Continue reading →

Is it different this year? Or am I different? The birds. They are so…present. Noisy. Alive. Full of movement. And maybe it’s all the more noticeable because for the first time in so long, I’m the still one. Perched in … Continue reading →

He would always point them out on the fence posts, when we were going down the interstate or driving a winding backroad through the country. The red-tailed hawks. Or maybe red-shouldered. Either way, just mottled red, the color of a … Continue reading →

They say one shot in and I’m 80% protected against dying from this virus. That’s so high. That’s miraculous really. That’s a feat of science and decades of investment and research and long nights in neon-lit labs that have culminated … Continue reading →

My eyes are strained, dry, with heavy lids. My neck taught, the tendons around my clavicles wound up like thread on a spool. Jaw clenched in its slight over and cross bite, a feat of human evolution. I know through … Continue reading →

I come to, lightly awake in the soft dawn, in between. The thin membrane starting to disintegrate between the sweat on my body and the dream in which I saw my dad, my grandma meeting our daughter. I want to … Continue reading →

I will be mothering a daughter. I thought that knowledge would bring me relief, the familiarity, the navigating what it means to be someone who identifies as a woman, having gone through the same steps on the ladder to becoming. … Continue reading →

This virus is something that exists right now. Has always existed really, in a bird, a feathered or scaled creature. Replicating, evolving, coming up with ever-more-creative ways to simply exist. It has seen many sunrises and sunsets, ocean basins and … Continue reading →

We have always been part of nature, one being in an ecosystem of other beings who are breathing, living through cold stunning events, each trying for a good chance of survival. My ancestor’s homes used to be more closely tied … Continue reading →

I don’t know when I started noticing. Was it always there, with me? Or did it creep in slowly like the finger of fog on the Bay until it just was? Parenting the sensitive child. My mom probably wishes she … Continue reading →