i went back
May 17, 2009
this morning to the church where i last felt Him as i never had before and it was the sweetest thing.
flush in fuschia
May 17, 2009
elena celebrated her birthday with a bash in marina de rey. the place was full of english and spanish and portuguese and wine and cheese and fruit and the most incredible mahi-mahi taquitos (gracias a la linda mama de elena) and just as i was leaving, a friend of hers took center stage and danced for everyone in the living room. happy birthday, elena!
up above
May 16, 2009
7:45 p.m.
every saturday
May 15, 2009
as paleteros chime their bells and beggars beg and vendors down the street hawk $10 jeans over megaphones drowned by the roar of traffic, the couples arrive on broadway. they stop at the guadalupe wedding chapel across the street from the big, blue mural. grooms in slacks and shiny shoes and brides in puffy wedding gowns that sweep the hot pavement as they stand beneath the chapel’s cupid sign. every saturday morning, happiness comes here and humbly waits its turn. next to a goodwill and an empty parking lot. next to the chapel’s sign advertising its menu of services “marriage, income tax, immigration, divorce.”
self-profile # 7
May 14, 2009
happy toes.
my only responsibility
May 13, 2009
is to keep on going.
women like these
May 11, 2009
they step into your life and they heal you and transform you. with white wine and chocolate coated strawberries and endless girl talk about careers, mothers and men that runs past 2 a.m. on random monday nights. with summer plans of running a 10k in san francisco and sipping wine in napa valley and for one memorable night, putting all life aside to dance a quebradita in a mexican cowboy’s arms.
happy mamacitas day
May 10, 2009
sometimes
May 9, 2009
i like to think the ocean is where God lives. on my drive home down the coast, i dropped by to say hello.
crashed
May 8, 2009
at a historic santa barbara hotel this evening. there was wine, cheese and crackers served before dinner and cookies and milk before bed … or so i heard. i spent the day in the field chasing the fire, then collapsed — soot in my hair and up my nose — on my giant, fluffy bed.
