Something about my being in darkness, in deep quiet, translucent petals of magnolia trees on the pavement, rotating like a planet troubled by gravity shifting from one edge to the
The Begonia It started with a leaf rescued, or should I say, volunteered from a neighbor’s front yard, waxy green with white spots from beneath a pink umbrella of flowers—
My great aunt with cloudy cataract eyes came to our house and changed rectangles of paper into something else. Snip. Snip. Snip with scissors from our sewing box. She unfolded
One day at lunch-time in San Francisco’s financial district, my co-worker pulled a book from one of the stalls along the Embarcadero and handed it to me. He said, “You
When someone invites you to the 37th America’s World Cup, there’s little reason to hesitate. It’s the oldest international sports trophy competition operating since 1851. The race was being held
Life is filled with change– so here’s the update about my rescheduled event at the Rockridge Branch Library. I’ll be in conversation with Tarshel Beards about my recently released novel, Pulp