The Time Has Come.

In January of 2009, I was a college junior at UCLA. As a nation, we were in the throes of the economic recession and just at the brink of the Obama presidency. I was a hopeful youth, a bright-eyed and bushy tailed, straight single white female basking in the warmth of the Los Angeles sun and … Continue reading The Time Has Come.

Gathering Moments, One at a Time.

It happened to be raining this morning when I woke up. The perfect kind of rain. It's the kind that sounds like a rain stick I made in 2nd grade-- grains of rice sliding down cardboard quietly, hushing and shushing in the background, while a steady drip-drop thump of the water splashes down from a … Continue reading Gathering Moments, One at a Time.

Searching for the good kind of quiet

It's tough coming back from the wilderness. Without fail, I approach the Bay Bridge and am suddenly side-swiped by complicated emotions. I'm relieved to see the familiar skyline draped in fog or seared by sunset, the glowing freeway exits and pulsing city lights. Memories emerge-- I'm twelve again, squabbling with my brother in Dad's blue … Continue reading Searching for the good kind of quiet