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
Automated affirmation, Albany, CA. My Pops always says he’s an optimist mainly because the alternative is so much more unattractive. He’s also always been convinced that it came down to a decision on his part. For decades I fought with him over this: could he really be saying that our
Playground squeeze, first day of school, Berkeley, CA. He is ready. He’s been ready for who knows how long, whether he knew it before today or not. He was ready today, from the moment he awoke, to the moment he tied his shoes on the stairs, to the moment he