Art, Poetry & Essays • But not necessarily in that order.
On Sunday I woke up at 2 AM to take care of my twin boys. While I managed to catch a short nap or two between giving them a bottle, the fogginess of the morning promised to stay with me. As much as I love sleepy Sunday mornings spent with the boys, I needed a […]
I tend to think of the meal in the middle of the day on Sunday as dinner. It’s said as if it was just one thought, “Sunday Dinner”. Sundaydinner. I find it nearly impossible to say the word lunch on Sunday. For many Californians, this habit may sound odd. The meal in the middle of […]
Farmers come in from around the Bay Area, Sacramento Valley, and the San Joaquin Valley to sell fresh produce at the El Cerrito Farmer’s Market every week. The market opens at 9 AM and closes at 1 PM on Tuesdays and Saturdays. As the summer winds down, the late season plums make their final appearances. […]
After a warm Pacific storm drenched El Cerrito, the evaporating rain made for a humid day. By 10:30 AM, I couldn’t stand wearing jeans anymore. Shorts, flip flops and a t-shirt for the rest of the day. The boys went down for a hard nap in the late morning, so after washing up bottles I […]
Fog hangs over El Cerrito much of June and July. The California coast lays under a thick wet blanket while the valley bakes under the sharp, bright sun. Some days on the coast treat us with an enthusiastic smile of sunshine. Many don’t. Some days the sun sleeps on a teenager’s schedule. The thermometer hangs […]