permission is in the eye of the beholder.

last seconds of sun - from my room - napa, ca

i will never be the mother who discourages my child away from their dreams for the sake of practicality. the world has plenty of those bossy women to go around.

with your will you will.

chalked graffiti- floor of muni - sf, ca

BE BOLD.

oakland (+2).

chalkboard attendance - ev and caro's new place - oakland, ca

i would like to formally welcome evanne and caroline to their new oakland [neighbor]hood. their space is so special and eclectic and good-feeling--ripe with color and texture and soul. if last night is any indication, i have a hunch that the good times will keep on rolling and rolling and rolling.

m.t.w.th.f.s.su.

yellow branches, grey day - home - napa, ca

in grief--as in life--all you can do is take it one day at a time.

i think i'll walk, thanks.

the things you see while roaming - somewhere near the notre dame - paris, fr

this morning on my way to work, about four blocks into my ten-block bus ride, i realized that i'd left my phone at home. the anti-device-dependency half of my brain said, you can do life without that thing for a day. not even a day. eight hours. the business-minded half reasoned, girl! who are you kidding? remember the last time you forgot your phone? yeah? and? and??

so i hopped off the bus, which i'm sure had a few people wondering what my deal was.

in any case, i walked a block back toward my place only to realize that my phone was in a small side pocket of my purse the entire time.

rather than hop back on the bus, i walked more-or-less next to it all the way through chinatown. and you know what? my day was better for it.

construction paper kisses.

crafting a love profession - my desk - sf, ca

who says that valentine's day is for the coupled? i say it's for lovers. so if you feel, give, or receive love, then celebration is warranted. i don't care if the whole holiday is a corporate scam. you, thoughtful friend, know how to purchase and craft pink and red construction paper into a masterpiece. and if you don't, i suggest you bribe that little, precocious kid in your neighborhood. he or she will love an excuse to pry into your mysterious adult life--who's it for? are you married? why not? because why? can i use the scissors? really?! mommy says that glitter is an outside game. mommy was lying? et cetera, et cetera. bring your ammo. and write from your heart.