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Last night was Dia De Los Muertos, a holy day that’s close to my heart. I’ve been celebrating Los Meurtos since my early twenties when I would drive the narrow roads of the Sierra Nevada foothills to the gold rush town of Hornitos. There, I would join a candle light procession from the historic main…

I was talking with my friend Stacey the other day on Zoom and she mentioned her fractured wrist. It’s healing well, and she’s been diligent about doing mobility exercises while she waits for her scheduled rehab appointment. Stacey is a model patient in that she’s already doing everything she can to help her fracture heal.…

In these strange pandemic days, there is much I am missing. Gatherings with friends and family where we aren’t wearing masks and can actually hug each other. Spontaneous trips down the California coast where my partner and I might drop into a cozy pub for lunch and a pint. And live performances of all kinds;…

Every day, for the last few weeks, I have been reaping cherry tomatoes from my backyard garden. It has me feeling the autumn season coming on like nobody’s business. In San Francisco, we have a cold, damp summer, but fall has arrived in the Parkside neighborhood, with its warm dry days and ever receding light.…

I’m a late bloomer; I learned the term synaesthesia 10 years ago, even though I’ve had blended senses from my earliest recollections. Identifying as a synesthete has been rewarding in so many ways, and has diminished the dissonance that defined my life prior to learning that my neurocognition is atypical. I love having synaesthesia, and…

I had a conversation on social media a few weeks ago with someone who wondered if her aversion to eating coconut was a form of synesthesia. She noted that she hates the taste of coconut because to her, the flavor is too similar to the scent of sunscreen. Several people responded to the post that…

My anxiety has been on an uptick since early February, when I read the first articles about COVID19 and a possible global pandemic. I was in London at that time, collaborating on a project with StoryVault films related to synaesthetic perspectives. Due to initial news reports of the virus, I was a bit stressed traveling…

June is tough on me. It’s my heaviest month, burdened by important dates that all relate to my dad. The 6th was my parent’s wedding anniversary (1959), the 9th was my father’s birthday (1932), my dad passed away on the 15th (1988), and Father’s Day is always the third Sunday in June, which every few…