My fondness for the ukulele is no secret. It started as a Hawaii thing, but really, it’s so much bigger than that. Because I play the uke, I met a Hungarian refugee with an amazing repertoire of Yiddish folk songs.I played a gig with friends at a divey Seattle rock bar and played with Hanohano …
I wasn’t really supposed to talk about it, but I wasn’t successful shutting up. I asked a lot of people about things like seasickness and the best boots for warm feet. I called my friend Sarah who worked at Palmer Station — I think her exact words were “OH MY GOD, THAT’S AWESOME!” I met …
I get to do a lot of amazing things as an independent blogger. Just two weeks I ago I attended a beautiful event at the Four Seasons in Santa Barbara. I had fancy cocktails and stayed in a room where the posted rack rate was, oh, it’s too embarrassing to say. I enjoy the things …
I was driving a pale blue Citroen 2CV that belonged to a friend who would not mind at all that I’d scraped up a fender after trying to back out of cornfield. The car got stuck and I had to go to a nearby cafe where, in very bad Spanish, I asked two ruddy faced …
My living room has big corner windows that look out over a somewhat suburban neighborhood. When I sit on the couch, I see a big slice of sky, a lot of telephone wires, and just there, between the sturdy trunks of some old Douglas fir trees, a tiny blue square of Puget Sound. When it’s …
Sometimes, in a worst case scenario, I get migraines from flying. I arrive at my destination with onion skin thin tolerance for food, water, light, and especially noise. When this happens, I imagine my head as an overripe tomato, barely containing its contents. I imagine brushing up against something and having the tightly contained throbbing …