Observations from Nebraska

Chickens don't have fingers. Buffaloes don't have wings. Gas stations should not sell sundresses. (They should stay in their lane.) My hands are ALWAYS invisible to touchless faucets.


I should have known she would lose her mind, forget her name, along this ragged stretch of Big Sur coast. It is called Nepenthe after all. Nepenthe - the mysterious drug of forgetfulness. Nepenthe - eraser of all sorrows. I have experienced this once before, long ago, this redwood and surf induced amnesia. Right here... Continue Reading →

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