Thinking about marketing for my small memoir, “First Friends: Love, Loss and Life in Humboldt County.” My son has lots of ideas, from guest posts on runners’ blogs, to contacting local book stores to pique their interest about a home-town author, using social media to advertise the book’s availability, email all my friends and acquaintances …
Patricia, Central Park West, NYC November 2014 “Older, Faster, Stronger,” by Margaret Webb, is a book about masters age women athletes from their forties to nineties+. How do these fit, healthy, strong women athletes, in particular, runners, find the time, the inspiration, the strength to run and keep on running into very old age? This …
Lovall Valley Road, Sonoma, CA January 2015 Early January: single digit temperatures in Boulder but emerging spring (this day at least) in Sonoma. The first bicycle ride of the year was a bust as the front chain ring of my road bicycle broke leaving me with only the highest gear to climb 15% grade hills. …
Cold, single digit temperature days in Boulder require a different perspective on one’s daily activities: we are used to being outside at whim but with this cold, we plan, bundle in layers, and walk gingerly on slippery sidewalks. And then, in the time it takes to watch a long movie, we are back in Sonoma, …
“The Narrow Road to the Deep North,” by Richard Flanagan was one of the most powerful, sad, beautifully worded, thought provoking books I’ve read in a long time. It was timely having just seen the movie “Unbroken” about Louis Zamperini, but much more heart wrenching in descriptions of prisoners-of-war and slaves in Japan, forced to …
Boulder, CO Snowy Morning December 31: often a time to look forward to resolutions and plans for the coming year. It’s also a time to contemplate the year soon ending. I could not have anticipated on January 1, 2014 all the joys and sorrows that occurred these past twelve months. Lists do not do justice …
Christmas morning hike among the Blue Oak trees covered with moss, stubby manzanita bushes and bark-peeled madrone trees. We could see San Francisco Bay, the Oakland Hills, Mt. Tamalpais and Sonoma valley from the top of the overlook. The surrounding hills and valley teemed with most every shade of green as a result of the …
We’re slowly getting familiar with the neighborhoods on the east side of Sonoma: broad streets, lush greenery, huge oak and magnolia trees, pocket lanes, houses with broad-covered porches for summer evenings. Each street quickly ends into the hills above town where more luxurious houses look down on us townies. We’ll explore the upper reaches once …
My family celebrates the holidays in small ways: I bake “Dad’s white fruit cake,” a tradition from my childhood and reminder of our Grandma Burgess, to my brothers and sisters; we find a local Christmas tree for the house, which I trim with ornaments purchased or made throughout the years, remembering each one with little …
Another transition in process: the stability of home eludes me as we move from place to place. Our home in Boulder is meant as secondary but its lure is powerful: the brisk mountain air, the solitude, the quiet, the gathering place for family at holidays. Meanwhile, Northern California has drawn us back and friends greet …