A hike on the Coastal Trail followed by a romantic Valentine's dinner from Chino's, along with the Sunday paper. (My favorite way to spend an evening.)
On the back deck: rock collection
Ocean Beach 5:50 p.m.
Ocean Beach 6:01 p.m.
Today is Alice Walker's Birthday
Ms. Walker was born to sharecroppers, the youngest of eight children. At age 8, she was blinded in one eye when her brother accidentally shot her with a BB gun.
She later wrote that the disfiguring scar and blindness left her feeling isolated and introspective. She started a journal and began to develop her writing voice.
“I think writing really helps you heal yourself,” Ms. Walker once told The Times. “I think if you write long enough, you will be a healthy person. That is, if you write what you need to write, as opposed to what will make money, or what will make fame.”
-NYTimes Your Morning Briefing
I hate to break the news to you, but an editor may love one submission by an author and have very different reactions to subsequent submissions by the same author.
p.s. It's happened to me.
Sketches for Rubin's talk
Ocean Beach 5:47 p.m.
It never fails. Lunch with Lucille makes any day brighter.
My friend and writing mentor Jane Underwood died this morning of breast cancer.
I'm reading the most wonderful book about death – AND LIFE! – called WHEN BREATH BECOMES AIR by Paul Kalanithi.
Ocean Beach 5:35 p.m.
Sketches for Rubin's talk
Hello Again, Ocean Beach.
Ocean Beach 5:12 p.m.
Here's what happened after I said goodbye last week:
We had a change of scene. Very early Tuesday morning we flew across the country.
This was my first view of Deb and Eric's house in Charlottesville.
On Wednesday we visited the Charlottesville Aboriginal Museum. (GASP!) We sat down and painted using Aboriginal materials. It felt like kindergarten.
We ate at Hamilton's on Thursday and then took a long walk down to Deb and Eric's hayfield. Yep, they're farmers.
Swinging by the pond and then walking home at sunset.
Next, I spent two days with Aggles. We stayed in a fancy hotel in Chattanooga. That's where we went to junior high and high school. The first night was Mom's birthday so we ordered Italian cream cake for dessert (her fave) and told Mom Stories. Later we put on our robes, got in bed, and read aloud from Moominpappa's Memoirs.
On Saturday I got to have lunch with my junior high school pal, Gwen. After lunch we walked over to the library and surprised another high school buddy, Jim.
On Monday we flew back home to the center of the universe.
Goodbye, Ocean Beach.
See you in a week!
Kite boarding on the sand Ocean Beach 5:33 p.m.
Squiggle
Ocean Beach 5:15 p.m.
Ocean Beach 5:16 p.m. The pier off Vicente St.
Ocean Beach is a city beach. 5:44 p.m.
Sea Salad
Ocean Beach 5:30 p.m.
After the storm
...and before the next storm.
Rain.