Mother of my children, people watching, San Francisco, CA. How do I love her? I would count the ways, but they’re countless, so all I can do instead is paste up confetti piece after confetti piece onto a pastiche-collage that will take me a lifetime to complete, and even then
Fall, the hinge season: time of transition, from warm to chilly, from preferred (by many) to tolerated (by most). Longer, pleasant days give way to shorter, often less pleasant ones. So-called because leaves fall from trees, which image–leaf separating from tree, doing so in obedience to the inexorable pull, life’s