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The Left Side: Scenes from San Francisco to Portland

2017-07-25 22.05.45 copyWalking in San Francisco, my friend* was accosted by a gentleman who wanted to be her teddy bear. Talking up his teddy bear credentials, he walked in line with us for at least a block or two. She told him that her teddy bear at home wouldn’t like it much.

He then asked for money, “not from your wallets, but from your hearts.”

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San Francisco, seen from Coit Tower

At the Dry Creek General Store in Healdsburg, California, I unknowingly paid eight dollars for two chocolate caramels about as big as my pinkie. Then, I discovered the cost and shoved them into my mouth. Read more


Love and Gravity, Part 2

“Better be without sense, than misapply it as you do.”
― Jane Austen

Readers may recall my anxiety over being set up with a guy not named Ken, and my relief when, as he reconciled with his ex-girlfriend, it turned out that nothing at all was required of me.

So, what’s up with Ken and the ex-ex-girlfriend now?  How did they bridge the baby gulf and find love again?

“Oh, I’m so glad you asked!” Sally, my friend who was playing matchmaker, said.  “He broke up with his girlfriend and moved out!”

Uh oh.
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Love and Gravity

“Ah! There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort.” ― Jane Austen

Once, I was talking with a friend whose real name is not Sally about one of her husband’s friends, “Ken,” whom she was trying to set me up with.

“These things never take,” I said.

“I think he’s depressed,” she said.  He had recently broken up with his girlfriend.  “Maybe you’ll cheer him up.”

“Hmmm, doubtful.”

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Kindness of Strangers

In December, my grandfather was in Walter Reed for hip replacement surgery after a fall.  It was cold out, and since I took turns spending the night at the hospital with my mother and sister, I developed standard hospital attire: long socks, shelf bra cami, and long-sleeved t-shirt, all under thick sweatpants and oversized sweatshirt: as close to pajamas as I could possibly get and still leave the house.

The family lounge was down the hall from my grandfather’s hospital room, and it was freezing in there.  Still, I would go in often to lie down along the couch and stretch out.  I worried so much during this time, my normal level of anxiety ramped up and relentless.  Even after his surgery was successful, even after doctors expressed amazement at how well he was doing, and even after he began to show progress in a couple of days that for many others takes weeks or months, I worried, and I thought about him and my family and a lot about myself. Read more

Conversations with my Grandfather: Hospital Edition

Working together on his personal history, October 2014

“I rewrote it.  Don’t worry.  It makes sense now.”


Some unremarkable evening

We occasionally FaceTime on his iPad.  One time, he kept moving the iPad over and over, turning it this way and that, which caused the screen on my end to constantly flip around and change shapes.  When the screen finally settled, I said, “You’re giving me seasisckness.”

“I’m looking at the screen.  I’m looking at myself.  I get a little corner.  You get the whole thing.”

He was trying to get the screen to switch so it would show the image of himself bigger.

“I guess they figure you’d rather look at the person you’re talking to than yourself.”

“Yeah, well.”


On the phone on a summer day

Me: “What’s going on?”
Him: “HOT.” Read more