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Yesterday I found a chihuahua in the middle of Noriega Street. I pulled over and stuck my arms out to oncoming cars. “Get out of the street,” I said to the tiny collarless dog. “Shoo!” She looked well-fed and slightly perplexed. Why am I in the … [Continue reading] about The Wanderers
I love the sound of ski pants walking down a hallway. Swoosh, swoosh. People are up early and heading out the door. Sunscreen? Passes? Gloves? The door slams. I skied yesterday but today I’m staying back at the rental house with my friend and her … [Continue reading] about A Good Mom
I don’t retain vocabulary related to cancer. Recently someone asked me what pills I’m taking, and I needed to check the bottles. When someone asks what kind of chemotherapy I received, I need to look it up. In meetings with my oncologist, I can feel … [Continue reading] about Bourdonnement
It began with a closed bakery. The Liguria Bakery in San Francisco, founded in 1911, sells only focaccia. I learned about the place on social media, from a colleague who posted a photo of a delicious looking raisin bread. I miss a chummy … [Continue reading] about The Unmentionable
A close friend and I leave each other daily voice memos. Topics range from unwanted body hair to death and dying. Recently, on the couch in the dark, I listened to her describe her upcoming evening. There would be pasta, and cleaning, and possibly a … [Continue reading] about Pop on a Program