living in san francisco with my husband, our dog and our cat, and nearby our 20-something sons is the starting point, and the reference point. i confess that my american point of view has the limitations and the potential advantages of being so rooted, my outlook informed by this, my questions framed by it.
i hope to bring something of my american life to this writing, and to open discussions with those who are interested.
this morning, the golden gate bridge is flooded with a cold fog, foghorns are sounding, and it's gray beautiful. i drive across the bridge every day, and have done for many years. i look at it anew every single time, morning, afternoon or evening. someday i'll figure out how to put a picture of it in here so you can see.