I traffic in words, and yet words sometimes seem wholly inadequate to convey an experience. Yet I owe it to myself to try. I recently returned from my third journey to the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I made the trek in 2008 and again in 2012. This time was different. This time, no mules carried my supplies. Instead, I carried a backpack containing 28 pounds of everything I would need for four days and three nights. This time, no Phantom Ranch cabin awaited at the bottom. This time, I journeyed into a more remote part of the Canyon. This time, I had a guide.
Over the holidays, the cats and dogs got up to mischief. In particular, Ruby, the Springer Spaniel belonging to my good friend and fellow writer Lisa Meltzer Penn, sent a missive to my Tabby, Joshua. I almost didn't let him read it. But then I relented, and of course, he had to respond. TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: First of all, what is with this “invitation” thing? Yeah, this dog “Ruby” may have started blogging a while ago but it was my human (I am not going to stoop to calling her my “mother”) who had the idea of an interspecies conversation. But I am big enough to overlook that.
When the days are lengthening, it is possible to believe that eternal expansion is possible, that whatever is happening now will continue, only better, and that life is always on the upswing.
Every morning I sit in my kitchen at the mahogany table my father built. At this time of year the sun rises to the left, out of the window’s frame. If I’m up early enough I watch the light change from mauve to peach to yellow, promising another flawless northern California day. I look through... Continue Reading →
If you are looking to get away from thinking about COVID-19, you may want to skip this post. After weeks of trying—and failing—to turn my writing away from the reality we’re all living, I decided to confront it directly. Doing so has helped clear a space for focusing on other things. Is it a love... Continue Reading →