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Dear Diary 008: Blood on the Sidewalk

4 Comments 04 May 2010

Yesterday Uganda’s highest ice caps split in half. Or at least that’s when it was discovered and reported. Yesterday I also had my chi rearranged by a very capable Amma practitioner. I entered and then fled Powell’s Book Store (disoriented!) and then wrote product copy for approximately 35 pieces of activewear. While I was typing, [...]

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Dear Diary 007: I Want Sammy Back

3 Comments 01 May 2010

Wells Fargo parking lot. Bewildered puppy walking zig-zag style. Won’t go near anyone. Clearly disoriented. I have a way with dogs so I talk sweet to him. Crouch down real low. Make the kissy noises. “Oh, Sammy!” I say when he comes to me and I read the tag. A woman from the bank comes [...]

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Dear Diary 007: Please Take Me Back (Handwritten)

2 Comments 27 March 2010

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Dear Diary 006: Satin Kegs and Team Rides

1 Comment 22 March 2010

All’s Fair in Love and Team Rides Riding for Veloforma is precious and wonderful and gut-wrenching. These girls are fast, see. So fast. Like lightening. The little one – made of muscles. A new recruit. A girl I worked with professionally in years past and understood to be rock solid. I dragged her out to [...]

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Dear Diary 005: Bicycle Grocery Avenger and Coming Home

8 Comments 17 March 2010

Bicycle Grocery Avenger I hate grocery shopping. Which is weird, because I love cooking. But it’s not the food I mind, it’s the humanity. All variety of everyone bumping into each other, reaching for the same cheese, making desperate eyes at the butcher. Rushed, tired, grumpy. Nevermind the inner-aisle dwellers with baskets full of processed [...]

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Dear Diary 004: BFFs and Unrequited Bicycle Greetings

6 Comments 13 March 2010

Red-headed BFFs + Canine Mania Oakland and old friends. A sushi reunion. My old friend Wendi is a red-head with a vengeance and wears big jewelry that suits her. In sorta shiny copper colored cowboy boots she leans over and says, “I love you, little!” Sal and I sleep in her bed because she is [...]

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