The Three Kitchens of My Life

The Three Kitchens of My Life

“Over the years, the kitchens I grew up in and around continued to draw me in, like a moth to a flame, as though I might recapture whatever innocence I’d lost in that warm, fragrant space.” Sasha Martin My Childhood Kitchen Yes, it was small. A small rectangle that if...
A Morning in an Oxnard Hotel

A Morning in an Oxnard Hotel

I stepped on the grass into the open golf course. The silver morning mist under my Converse’s darkened part of its cloth with every step I took and I felt that coolness brushing my socks. The big birds appearing and disappearing in between and their singing...
Directions For Going Home Again

Directions For Going Home Again

Once you’ve left, can you ever go home again? Many have tried. Some had made it. Some would sooner drink poison. Like any other treacherous journey, a road map might get you going, and keep you on track. What to Bring: All your worldly possessions A perpetually...
The Inner Dialogue of Workplace Signs

The Inner Dialogue of Workplace Signs

The Inner Dialogue of Workplace Signs The countless signs posted around my workplace direct and dictate in terse, demanding words. I sense they have an undercurrent of real meaning. They have subtext. They have their own inner dialogue. It all went downhill after they...
Bridges of Los Angeles County

Bridges of Los Angeles County

The Los Angeles River It’s supposed to be a river. It looks more like a poorly traveled freeway. An elongated concrete basin. Not even an aqueduct. That  would require water going someplace, maybe to nurture things or to create power with motion. The LA River,...
Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

Do your dance. Shine. Nobody can do you like you can, so do it big and proud. Someone, somewhere will love you for it. Even if YOU are that only someone.   Many questions, joys and disappointments line this lesson’s path. I’m still on it. Still...