by wpadmin | Oct 27, 2020 | Missives
Morro Bay, California As we walked through the nursing home, it seemed like Grace knew everyone. Old ranchers with carved faces and missing digits sat alone in wheelchairs parked along the hallway. She would crouch down to their level, rub their shoulders and...
by wpadmin | Sep 25, 2020 | Missives
Fisherman’s Wharf, Monterey, California She sat there on those steps most afternoons, reading a book checked out from the library down the street. I walked past her several times a week for months, and I couldn’t quite figure her out, because she...
by wpadmin | Jul 13, 2018 | Missives
I walk into the room, usually, in the morning, I’m always the first to arrive so, for now, I’m alone. I open up the room, the curtains, doors, and lights, then I start to turn on the gear. The equipment fans begin to hum, lights of different colors blink on, video and...
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