Diamond Heights
The next time my wheelchair nicks the lid flap of an open carton...I will do exactly what I'm doing now...keep going. It's getting to me. Whatever 'it' is. My life is still in disarray. I can't find the book I purchased about how to grow tomatoes in San Francisco. I can't find anything...everything is lost. I am lost.
Which is ever so slightly dramatic for a fine Sunday morning in this most beautiful city. I am alive, not lying dead in a Berkeley street. And let us say hallelujah. Jane's congregation Read more [...]