“You’ve been spending a lot of time with that woman,” says Louise. “Every week, is it?” Continue reading “Not Like This Is Anything Special”
A month ago, I resigned from the job that brought me out to the Bay Area.
It’s OK, I started a new one this week, closer to the City.
It was a right decision. It was the time to leave. It was past the time. Continue reading “In Between”
“No.” I say firmly toward a brick wall in front of me. “Nope. Nuh-uh. Not good enough. No.” Next to me Tiffany asserts: “No way. No. No!” To the same wall. Continue reading “No”
One of my occasionally unhelpful patterns is to connect with the people who are leaving. I thought about that, uncomfortably, one of the deep Fall evenings we shared the way home.
There is another way to see that. Continue reading “A Traveler’s Friend”