A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.
With everyone holding up in their homes, technology has become the tool that is keeping us united. However, it REALLY would have sucked if this happened back when I was poking people on Facebook, hanging tacky wall flair.
To say the desert is absolutely gorgeous is an understatement. I’ve happily gotten up before the sunrise to stare out at a ridge of mountains only to lose my mind to childlike wonder. You feel small when you rest your eyes upon it all, but also free.
It’s been eleven years since the first and latest time I had to bypass the grapevine heading south to avoid a snowstorm.
If you asked me a year ago if I would be the ambassador for the Los Angeles chapter of the international hiking group, Hiker Babes, whose mission is to unite women who share a passion for the outdoors into a community, I would have laughed.
I still had my eyes on other peaks but being able to freely trek to the top of Baden-Powell with friends that day was satisfying.
My best friend and I found ourselves, once again, traveling by car across the country. I didn’t need to, but I jumped in the car to spend the last few days that I will have for a while with my best friend.
Although I’m happy to see people getting outside and connecting with nature, I would like to see more education on stewardship of the land.
As I looked down at the new shoes on my feet, I let my mind wander to think of the past ten years out on the trails. The old pair of shoes that I had stuffed into the trunk of a car had carried me through the cool woods of the northern forests of California, [...]
For many members of the Deaf community, the event was an opportunity to catch up with old friends, immerse themselves in a welcoming Deaf-friendly environment full of signing people, and a chance to just have fun without having to worry about whether they would be excluded from anything or not have access to information.
It was part of my weekly routine. I would walk into the loud local coffee shop downtown and write for an hour or so after work before going home. It was the only way I would be sure that I got some writing in, and the only other opportunity where I could relax while eavesdropping on people.