Endings and Beginnings by Da Goddess
After a pleasant day of walking around the zoo together, my guest and I headed out to Pacific Beach. We were to meet some friends of mine at a beachfront restaurant for dinner.
As we walked up to the...
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Renewal by Da Goddess
The starkness of Winter is like sleep or death and the brilliance of Spring is the reminder of birth and renewal.
It’s easy to become weighted down by the grayness that surrounds you during Winter....
My Dad and Your Dad; Mr John Lee Hooker by Jules Vilmur
Two years ago tonight I stood pressed against the foot of the stage at The Catalyst, breathless with some kind of spiritual awe, close enough to see the lines in his hands and the dust on his shoes. Two...
Growing into … by Joanie
Growing up is so difficult to do. In the course of growing up, we try on many different hats, so to speak. Through this trying on of hats, we determine who it is we would like to become. Be it a cowboy,...
Where is the water? by Dale Glaser
I went on a trip with a friend who was exploring New Mexico as a place to possibly move to. I was along for the adventure but I myself wouldn’t think of moving to the southwest because I grew up...
Superstition?! by Yenly Ma
There’s so many traditions and rituals to go through for a Chinese wedding. Too many to describe and explain all. For the one I’m going to share, I’m not sure this particular ritual...
My Grandfather by Zenia Le
My grandfather told many stories. He told stories of his years in Vietnam. He told stories of the war. He told stories of the flight to the United States. My grandfather not only told stories but relived...
Big Freakin’ Trees by Paige Waehner
On the first day, we go hiking. The air is close and humid, ripe with the smell of earth and trees, overgrown plants. Our feet crunch in the soft, mulchy ground and the sound scares away what little wildlife...
Andrew by Sharon Renshaw
Something special ’bout Andrew. Talks too loud, disjointed and underdeveloped speech patterns, likes to hum and spin in his front yard. Thick lenses accent his ability to stare without blinking....
That’s Me! by Mona Brooks
That’s me! The bride? No, the man shooting the photo of my cousin on her wedding day. Let me explain, that’s me… in a couple of years. I want to take pictures for a living and capture...