It's a holiday here in Berlin and it's noon and I'm still in bed after six days of non-stop travel and exploring Amsterdam, Berlin, and soon to be Prague tomorrow.
In the evening after lying in bed sick all day,
I take to walking around my new neighborhood in Georgia.
It isn’t much of one, this bedroom community
in Savannah’s south side.
I’d always enjoyed Dolly Parton’s music and persona as an entertainer growing up, but I became more obsessed with Dolly as a person when I happened to pick up her autobiography, Dolly: My Life and Other Unfinished Business, at a used bookstore...
I’ve been wondering why I was drawn to visit Asheville, NC, where I recently returned from a several nights' trip that also took me into Pigeon Forge, TN and the famed Dollywood amusement park...
When I counted out the years I couldn’t hardly believe it. It’ll be two-and-a-half years since I’ve lived in California — which I knew well — but it’ll be over five years since I lived “home home,” back in the Bay Area.
Back again in my hometown of San Jose and staying at my folks’ house, I recovered quickly from the insomnia I developed while living in San Francisco.
As soon as I could, I wanted to get out of San Jose. It’s not that I didn’t like my hometown — I just knew that there was much more to see in the world and I wanted to see it.
This past weekend I drove about forty-five minutes outside Austin into the countryside of Bastrop County for a day-long retreat called, “It’s Time to Shine Your Light." I had come across the retreat on Facebook, and admittedly didn't know much about it beyond the title. But there was something about the name that made it feel like I needed this…
"She is free in her wildness, she is a wanderess, a drop of free water. She knows nothing of borders and cares nothing for rules or customs..."
She had just stood up from her blanket from sunbathing and was wearing a thin black thong bikini looking like a black-haired Venus rising from the sand with a thick tan ass and thighs, which she shook like thunder...