Living in two cities in the west coast is like living in two mystical time zones. Los Angeles and San Francisco are so completely different from one another they should essentially be in different states. Foggy …. Sunny Lukewarm ….Hot Overpriced …. Slightly expensive Faux diversity ….. […]
It is exactly a year ago today, that I moved to California from New York. I ended up doing two internal California moves in that I went from New York to San Francisco and then from there to Los Angeles over the course of 10 months. Regardless, […]
Who doesn’t love palm trees? In the past, palms were symbols of victory, peace, and fertility. The Romans rewarded champions of the games and celebrated success in war with palm branches. The South Carolina flag has a palm tree which I did not realize was a palm tree […]
I love street art. While traveling the world, street art, murals, graffiti, give you invaluable insight to the local culture. What inspires the local people to speak out through their paint? What angers people enough to cause the to take to walls? Sometimes, often, people just want […]
Last year I had three different jobs in three different cities. Work and work life and work travel consumed my life. Last year from February to June, I was traveling back and forth between San Francisco and New York about twice a month. Then I spent […]
Happy Holidays 2015 was a year where I lived in three cities and four residences. That right there is wacky. It was also a year where I had a series of wacky, odd personal experiences. Let me review. For instance, consider this. Three times this year I was […]
The year of 2015 has been an odd one for me. I look outside my Los Angeles balcony and I pinch myself. How did I get here? I like to think of myself as someone who can walk through many doors. I can slide through one […]
Am I spooked? Do I know who you are? Do you want to know me? We are one But torn apart by the sun Moonlight intertwines us Are you just the darker side of me? Do you want to run ahead of me? Can we slow dance […]
When I traveled to Cuba five years ago, I was struck by the warmth of the people, the pristine beaches and the barely-standing buildings in which people lived. The old and the new standing side by side, propping the other up, waiting with bated breath for a change […]
He closed his eyes and sighed Powerless to change the course I clicked my heels but didn’t disappear He went off instead into the netherworld I cried Stripped my pride There was no stride He was gentle and small The fuzziest cheese curd Nothing but love Why […]
