Ancient Dreams

  I rise early on winter mornings, puzzling over my chaotic dreams, trying to make out the path through the forest of my mind. It's there, if I give it my attention. Last night’s version: A young guy asks me if I want to get high. Strangely, I agree.  We…

Sonoma Rising.

Yesterday, I returned to Sonoma for the first time since the wild fires. My fear of facing the changes the wrought by the fires kept me from pressing too hard on the gas.  Not long after I passed the Sonoma line, my heart clenched as I passed acres of blackened…

Claiming My Chaos

“You’re the calm in the middle of the storm.” People have said to me. “You kind of thrive in chaos,” a friend added recently. That didn’t sit so well. It’s not like I want my life to be crazy. It just happens. Although I can’t deny that crisis has a…