Writer in San Francisco, CA
It’s a quiet chilly morning in San Francisco, and I’m glad Thanksgiving break is coming to an end. I spent the last few days reading, writing, and watching shows, and I’m well rested. I focused on my daily writing, floundering a bit whenever I thought of NaNoWriMo, but I didn’t want to put too much…
The city is taking down the fences and blockades for APEC, and I’m relieved. The past week there was an undercurrent of tension pulsing through the city (huge understatement). We all need a break, some space, and just a moment to take a breath. This week I wrote here and there and tried to read…
It’s a cold, crisp Sunday morning. There is a reassuring calm to the quiet streets even though APEC starts soon. Dry, crunchy leaves litter the sidewalk. My Boston Terrier stops to sniff a lamp post. The sky is a vibrant blue, speckled with cream-colored clouds, providing a pleasing stark contrast to the looming buildings downtown….
It’s a muggy San Francisco morning and a wall of fog hangs low in the west as I walk to the store to pick up a few groceries. Golden potatoes, frozen broccoli, hard cider, chicken tenders, tofu, and more. The air is heavy, humid, and I sweat a bit, my cotton shirt sticks to my…