Original writing, unassigned, unprompted
When we chatted last week, I hesitated to ask you a favor.
The favor was for you to write to me once or twice. I hesitated, because I wasn’t sure how well that would serve either of us, and because the time for asking favors ran out. If I were to do what I hesitated to ask of you, it would go like this. Continue reading “A Monday Letter”
You walk late into the philosophy class. You carry a name I want, you are wearing a hat with a pompom. You sit next to your friend. Your friend made space for me before the class; you sit behind me. Continue reading “Hands and Hats”
Devon from the Teacher Training invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gathering, 8 people around the table, mostly Devon’s local close friends and loved ones, only Derek (Caroline’s friend) and I relative strangers.
As we dine, the sun sets, we eat by candlelight. Continue reading “The Mourning Moon”
Devon from the Teacher Training invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a small gathering, 8 people around the table, mostly Devon’s local close friends and loved ones.
Devon’s friend Caroline noted how we’ve arrived from different places, and how pairs and triple of us have all sorts of experiences in common. Only two of the diners were born in California, Caroline and Devon’s teenage son. This lead to origin stories. Continue reading “Good Luck Symbols and Dragons”
Thanksgiving morning, I went to volunteer in Tenderloin with San Francisco City Impact. My tango friend Emily posted on Facebook that she would go there and I felt compelled to join.
The event was a huge “block party” serving the people who live in the area. Many of the 900 volunteers prepared and served meals and delivered groceries to resident’s homes. There was a clothing tent, a prayer area, a beauty tent, and a medical tent. I regretted lacking useful life skills when they called for qualified volunteers to switch to medical or beauty. Continue reading “Whom Are We Serving?”
Love letters understated 