Meeting Lee
“Coffee is cold, but it’ll get you through, compromise, that’s nothing new to you.” Hello Monday, my dear sweet harbinger of get ya some. My internet connection is spotty at best and there’s an anvil sitting on my chest, a
Car conversations
Some of the best conversations I have with the boys are in the car. “Mom, I think I’m gonna grow up to be somebody,” one says to me while he rides shotgun. He says this to me like he came
Sex and Social Justice
Death and taxes don’t hold as much weight with me as they may with some. By some, I am thinking of mostly the over privileged and those who aspire to be like them. Growing up poor and female… death didn’t
Living by 580
The building I live in faces 580. We are up a steep embankment just where the freeway curves gracefully. The sound of the freeway is comforting to me. The rush of cars flying past is soothing; I am a city
July 8th Downtown Oakland
So I’ve given myself a few days to process what Thursday night was like for me. Nothing traumatic happened to me or the people I was with in a non-boarded up well lit office on 14th Street in downtown Oakland
Mural of Oscar Grant
I went out Friday night, even though a part of me said not to. I wasn’t sure if I needed to be out there. But Jeremy was determined. So out we went. We hit up Art Murmur. Wound around the galleries.
Oscar Grant
I don’t usually post twice in the same day, but these thoughts have been percolating since Sunday, and now I can’t seem to think about much else. The boys and I walked the perimeter of Lake Merritt on Sunday. We
Solstice Photos
I dislike convention. I did not really, truly believe that we unconventional folks could create our own traditions. I am happy to have been wrong about that. I have cultivated a Solstice tradition that I am extremely grateful for. It’s
The early early childhood of my boys
Clinton is a tiny baby, I am holding in my arms, snuggled to my chest. He is so long! His little legs and feet dangle below my elbow. I am gazing into his cute little face when all of a
Last day of 31
I don’t even know where to start. I have had thoughts and images floating around in my head for days now, and just haven’t had the itch to write them down. Sometimes I just like to let them flutter, enjoy