califmom:
I know why the caged car revs.
califmom:
Where were we? Ah yes, one of the restaurants with Factory in its name. Dependable people watching and sodium content. Like Disneyland, without the requisite happy.
califmom:
I can't imagine turning the corner and not finding you there; you are my constant. I crave your permanence.
califmom:
Summer in SF
califmom:
Summer in SF
califmom:
Held together by snapped bolts and failed PR.
califmom:
Thurston and Mrs. Howell enjoy an afternoon on the pier.
califmom:
Trusty rusted Electra.
califmom:
Only stamps are forever.
califmom:
Ready
califmom:
I never liked that Giving Tree book much. The tree got screwed, and the guy was a dick.
califmom:
Trying to find Heaven by stretching toward the sky.
califmom:
For one suspended moment you're with me, and I can see all of our days.
califmom:
windows to together
califmom:
Chicken Little's leaf, suspended.
califmom:
She fearlessly outpaced the sun, confident it would wake her at the end of her journey.
califmom:
"Fake it til you make it," bloomed the peonies. She stared hard at their petals, wondering when "it" would come.
califmom:
Sometimes the horse wins. Sometimes.
califmom:
Say ahhhhh