My fossilized century-old home I fondly refer to as Golden Gate has wet feet. Apparently, no one knew how to address drainage in the 1920’s on a steep and rangy, oak-dotted hillside at the top of [...]
It’s chrysalis time at Golden Gate – a metaphor for the sheltered state when caterpillars transform into butterflies. It’s a transitional phase when structures are undefined and un-presentable. [...]
It was late afternoon on the first day of July when Marshall and I pulled into a tucked away cul-de-sac at the top of this tiny humpback island. As is typical this time of year, there was a [...]
The timing could not have been more formidable to move out of our cherished home of 20 years when the Coronavirus pandemic briskly erupted in spring of 2020. But our decrepit 100-year-old home on [...]
I’m exceedingly particular about the room I sleep in. I think this stems from my childhood when I slumbered in a bedroom with depressing muddy pink walls, a crinkly and itchy rose toned [...]
