One little family’s endeavor to live in the trees, surrounded by the birds and the bees
Four years ago, we were preparing for my dad's funeral by early morning light. I was back in my childhood home under the redwoods in my mom's kitchen; writing a joint eulogy with my sister and pouring some good whiskey into a flask for the three of us. It was rough but we were determined... Continue Reading →
I was broken, empty and unable to do anything about it. My dad was dead and I was 3000 miles away. I couldn't fly home immediately, because bereavement fairs no longer exist and we could not afford a ticket that costs twice what it would in two days. All I could do was wait; feeling useless... Continue Reading →
