Gulls fly overhead, chirps that sing over Victorian rooftops and ride the wind to seaside docks. High tide waves and turtle migrations. Empty shells and eternal sands. How passionate they are, to make love to to the rocks and foam and fog. Creation in the name of God. I roam past the daffodils and the cooing fountains. Narcissus’ flowers. Narcissus’ reflection. Nostalgic and timeless, like bottle rockets and paper airplanes nesting on power lines.

We’re in the Middle of a Drought, Fiona!

It’s official. We Californians are in a drought. This morning, Governor Jerry Brown declared a drought emergency because well, simply put, it’s been a dry, dry year. In 2013, California had its driest year in recorded history. Something to celebrate? I should say not. The last time things looked this bleak was in 1977. Remember […]

The Great Debate: San Francisco vs. Portland

It’s an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world. – Oscar Wilde Portland is a place where you can find a community as a feminist, a vegan or a fat activist. Artists, musicians, […]