Your Steps Alone

In the airport, waiting for another delayed flight, and Jerry Garcia is singing in my earbuds. When you’re waiting for a miracle. I find myself reflecting on the things we wait for, and the roads we take. About thirty years ago I took my college degree, two suitcases and a…

Back in New Orleans.

  I walk through the teaming, busy streets of New Orleans, jazz notes always playing, as if the sidewalks themselves ooze with music.  It is twelve years post Katrina, and thoughts of the recent California fires, our fires, come to mind. I cannot help but compare the two. The last…

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…