Gold Rush Dreams

Usually Sacramento is something I breeze through on my way to Tahoe. This day was different. This day we had a destination in mind. Sacramento, 1839. We were headed to Sutter’s Fort – New Helvetia – to learn about some gold rush history and what shaped California to be the state it is today. As…

Cor-J Seafood

A splash of blood hit the floor. It looked like I had just been shoved through the back door of a slaughterhouse and I was interrupting their daily tasks. Was I in the right place? Had we missed the entrance? The smell of fish filled my nostrils with only two feet between me and the…

Snow.Snow.Snow!

The tires of the car whirred, spinning in place, and spewing snow out the back. The Honda was stuck halfway in and out of the driveway blocking the 4-Wheel Drive vehicle in front. “Take the sled, shove it under the wheel to give it some traction,” I suggest. The neon green sled, the thinnest ten…

Sanctuary City: Part Two

As promised, this second post is about being home and taking refuge in the place that we rest and come back to. I live in San Francisco, CA. I have lived in this city for over 12 years and I am also a Bay Area native. I am happy to have grown up in a…

Sanctuary City: Part One

I called this post Sanctuary City for two reasons. One, San Francisco has been a sanctuary city since 1989. We have felt the need for that status more than ever in the political turmoil and unrest that is settling itself around the country right now. The title is a nod to that, for sure, but I also wanted…

Travel in Trump Era

I’m going to apologize right now. Things are about to get political, real political. And if you don’t like it or you don’t want to hear it, then I advise you stop reading right now…It’s your choice. I’m sorry that it’s come to this. Things in America have been a little rocky these past few […]

Travel in Trump Era

I’m going to apologize right now. Things are about to get political, real political. And if you don’t like it or you don’t want to hear it, then I advise you stop reading right now…It’s your choice. I’m sorry that it’s come to this. Things in America have been a little rocky these past few…

Dances with Spirits

“First you dig,” Noa motioned driving a shovel into the dirt. “Then you wipe your sweat.” His little hand reached up to mock wiping sweat from his brow. My dance instructor was a five year old. He knew every step to the dance that symbolized working the harvest (or mining coal-I’m not sure which) but…

Pau Hana Time

The waiter looked down at us with our feet up on the metal chairs gazing out over the clear, calm water of Ala Moana Beach park. “You visiting?” It’s not so much a question but an assumption. Sondra shared that she lived on island and we had decided to come in for a drink to…

Madonna and the Whores

Disclaimer: All photos taken on my phone. I apologize for the static and blur. The girls were all wearing cowboy hats and glitter spread across their cheeks. They had cropped halter tops and plastic pacifier necklaces straight out of a 90s rave, only this was 2016 and we were nowhere near a DJ. It was…