25 July 2022 Leaving West Sacramento that morning, I was facing a nine-hour drive south and east, into the rugged deserts of California and Nevada. Temperatures were going to be well over 100-degrees; there was no room for mis-steps. I was unwell and my strength waned alarmingly…
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1 July 2022 There is a documentary I’ve watched several times, about Anna Breytenbach, an animal communicator. There is a fascinating sequence when she…
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28 June 22 In a life I lived, long in the past in another land, I remember being a little girl in a small tribe. No longer a crawling baby, I played…
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It was a hot California summer afternoon when we first met. In that moment I thought, “I know you, but where have we met before?” A charming man of…
28 May 2022 Can you feel the tsunami building? Each year rolls out day after day. All the debris and keepsakes of one's life get swept along, sucked up…
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27 May 2022 May I tell you two stories that seem to fit together? The first story is about Miguel’s eighty-eight years-old uncle, pictured here in 2017…
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25 May 2022 I am sleeping, dreaming, wrapped in a clingy wine colored blanket that twists and tightens around my feet and legs when I try kick free of…
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24 May 2022 The waxing and waning of the moon each month hammers me physically and mentally. I grow fangs, coarse hair prickles and itches between my…
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