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.


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