For three decades, I always held out hope that I would meet Grace. And then I did. Until then, I was having a lot of internal conversations… Continue reading Yours Are the Sweetest Eyes I’d Ever Seen
The wine were accompanied by books and old tin cans, each with their own stories. A part of me wanted to stay here for a very long time. Old black & white photographs were mixed with sepia-toned ones, none of them aligned with each other, eschewing the American sense for intense intentional order, and on the contrary satisfying the European sense of ordering for disorder. Disarray was quite ok, preferred actually. The music was incredibly pleasant with its warm notes only adding to the ambience and colour. This was the place where everyone who didn’t know your name knew your name. Continue reading Hygge at Beau Marché
Whether alone or with a group of friends, I loved going to release parties in wine country. Belonging to Ram’s Gate in Sonoma and Silverado in Napa gave me ample opportunities each season to party. Continue reading Rams Gate & The Fremont Diner
I am quite certain there are many others, perhaps millions of people, who thoroughly enjoy and appreciate sunrises and sunsets … Continue reading Waiting for the Sun
What am I thinking?
I am thinking of love, of course.
I am thinking of my family, many of whom are my friends.
I am thinking of my friends, many of whom are family.
And of course, I am thinking of my dog. I always think of my dog.
Taylor. Continue reading SFFD: San Francisco Fire Department
The skies clear after a while, as I savor one bite after another. Summers in the Bay Area — especially in the city and Marin — are different than summers anywhere else. Mark Twain knew it best when he reminisced about his coldest winters. Turns out, he never claimed the San Francisco summers were cold. Even if he hadn’t, he would have been right. Cold or hot, bright or not, my balcony in Marin always invites deep thoughts by Jack Handy…. “What if you could see your whole life from start to finish?” Continue reading Hotdogs and Vino for the Win
Though being a staple to Bridgeway Promenade in Sausalito, it has only taken me four plus years to visit The Bridgeway Cafe for brunch, a last minute decision on a Sunday late one morning in July. My time here was coming to a close; and with that, came a bucket list of things I had not done that I wanted to do. That list also included things that I had done, that I wanted to do again — over and over again, if I had my way. As with most things in life, I knew wouldn’t have my way. But today would be another story. Fast forward an hour, after a most delicious bloody mary and an omelette of my choosing stashed with bacon, ham, tomatoes, serrano peppers and green onions, I was satiated and afterwards, smiling. Continue reading The Bridgeway Café
The cypress trees held a magical gaze amidst a cool breeze as the light faded into the night. The sunset in the distance was masked by a thick fog, it’s bright colours muted above a once bright blue sea peeking into various dark and light grey clouds. Continue reading Magical Spots and Their Questions
We’re at that age where the possibility of death becomes more and more a reality. And lately, heaven’s been knockin’. Sadly, that door has swung wide open, whether it’s friends from high school or family members of close friends I’ve met since. Continue reading BEN
Funny how what comes around goes around. In July of 2017, I knew I would be moving back to Chicago, … Continue reading Leaving the Golden Gate