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Days 4-6: Shelter Cove and The Lost Coast
We left Mendocino thinking it would be a short drive to Shelter Cove, the primitive hamlet on the Lost Coast. It's 100 miles between the two points, up the Pacific Coast Highway and around the Lost...
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The Lost Coast via Mattole Road
We set out early for the Lost Coast, as early as it gets for this crew, and headed to the village of Ferndale for breakfast at Poppa Joe's, which happened to deliver the best potatoes I've ever tasted...
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Days 6-11: Humboldt County
Welcome to Humboldt County, where the substance is green and the landscape even greener! There is so much to do and see here that we felt like a week barely scratched the surface. Our six days here...
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Days 11-14: Crater Lake + Ashland, OR
The last few days of our trip included a day fighting the crowds at Crater Lake National Park and two perfect days exploring the town of Ashland, OR.Our cabin near Crater Lake ended up being a cinder...
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A Trip To See My Parents In Budapest: Part 1
I landed in Budapest in the evening, daylight fading, to cheers from a raucous crowd of youngsters in the back of the plane, who by all accounts, seemed to find the routine landing something of a...
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A Trip To See My Parents In Budapest: Part 2
The last two days of my trip included more walking and riding around the city, more delicious food, a swimming break at the thermal baths, Hungary Independence day celebrations and a few important...
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Dearest M,It doesn't really go away, does it? The pain returns as freely as it dissipates, like when the joints in my hip flare up, like the pain in my back, always there waiting for me after a rough...
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Fairy Tales for Hope | Art + Giving
So my friend Sally and her friend Tonia recently got together to embark on an amazing artistic endeavor, a journey through some beautiful fairy tales, one for every day in August. Somehow, almost...
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Bouncing to the Blues and Other Tales from Fatherhood
He doesn't like to be alone. Stella could lay for an hour, sometimes longer, content with an occasional check in. She would lie on our vanilla colored shag rug and roll over and stare towards the North...
View ArticleShe's In California Somewhere
I'm back writing for Glow In the Woods this week, talking about donating Margot's heart valves and the story that is yet to be written. Please feel free to stop by Glow and read my post, She's In...
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Artist and Artisan: A Trade: Painting for Hexagon Shelves
A while back, I stumbled upon an Apartment Therapy feature on Cathy McMurray, an artist from Portland. I was immediately drawn to her mixed media paintings of nature and landscapes, which are done with...
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A Treatise On Why I Blog [or] A Cure For My Collecting Addiction
[Preface: In light of my revamped blog look, which is nearly finalized, and a new logo, designed by my talented friend Kate, it seemed appropriate to write a pathetically long, memoir-ish post about...
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Pondering A Move
We recently trekked to Indianapolis, the city my youngest sister and parents reside in, to see if a move there would be something to consider more seriously.A new adventure has been tugging at us ever...
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Tattoo
I'm not exactly sure what to write about the tattoo's we've gotten since Margot was here.The simple answer, I suppose, is that we got tattoo's after she died because, well, there didn't seem like much...
View ArticleFor Her Sake
Leo had been crying for thirty-five minutes from his pack n play. And not just those tiresome whiny sounds, where more drool leaves the mouth than tears leave the eyes. These were the shrieking, new...
View ArticleHer Ashes Will Ride In My Glove Compartment
I'm back writing for Glow In the Woods this week, talking about our pending move from Los Angeles. Please feel free to stop by Glow and join the discussion.
View ArticleStockings
Twenty-one months today, Christmas Eve. Her stocking is so tiny. Appropriately, I suppose. White fabric and red stitching. Empty. I’ve been thinking about putting a handwritten note in it this year....
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