JuRy DUty…

In the day, we called it the San Francisco Hall of Injustice.  No doubt for many it still is.  850 Bryant.  Gritty.  Basic. The entrance, the halls themselves look sad. You can almost feel the tension, the lack of compassion,  neglect, the hard lives walking these halls.  I sat in the cavernous juror’s waiting area … Continue reading JuRy DUty…

Hope…

I’ve been looking for reasons to hold on to hope.  When I look for beauty, I find beauty.  I’m trying to do the same thing with hope. I’m worried though that the light of hope is going to go out on Tuesday, Nov. 6th around 9pm, like it did in 2016.  I don’t know if I can … Continue reading Hope…

Off a cliff…

At the Glen Park library returning a David Sedaris audio book (Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls — his father’s abuse so friggin’ horrific, I thought David was joking at first. He wasn’t.),  I asked the librarian for the strangely titled Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine, the one I saw on my friend, Eileen’s table. I … Continue reading Off a cliff…