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The Pure Accident of Home

I was born to a divot of open land, partially swallowed by blackberry bushes and sloping forest, bookended by tall canyon walls on the edge of the hot central valley in northern California. In the summer, the earth was brown and yellow, a swath of dust and spindly star thistle; in the winter, a potent […]

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Q&A: Alice Driver on home and the nomadic life

Alice Driver is a writer, photographer, filmmaker and traveler. I first discovered her work when I read her piece, “My Own Trap,” a moving mediation on creativity, personal history and home. It spoke to me on every level and I’ve followed her work since, finding a kindred spirit of sorts. There’s so much to say about […]

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Q&A: Cheri Lucas Rowlands on exploration

  Cheri Lucas Rowlands is a writer and photographer living in the San Francisco Bay Area who explores the notions of time, place, memory, home and writing through the window of her self-titled blog, Cheri Lucas Rowlands. Cheri works as a story wrangler for Automattic and she and her husband are currently building a tiny house on […]

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Nostalgia

“Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.” — Angela Carter When shadows grow long and light turns rosy near the end of a long summer day, a moment’s respite becomes an opening for the force of wistfulness to move in. It’s a trick of dusk: like lighting on a stage or the right musical cue, our hearts […]

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Train

Today I’m slicing the California landscape in two with rusty steel, riding a seam down some red dirt middle of the valley all the way to the gray blue calm of the bay that reaches out silver at the end of the day to some unseen horizon beneath the sun. Today I’m traveling by a means […]

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Memory & Place

* If our physical lives resembled the life of the mind, the earth beneath our feet would be a fluid collage of places we’ve stepped before. One step would land in Mexico, the next in the river of my childhood, the next in the desert of Nevada, then that cafe I went to once, that hill […]

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Sayulita & Collective Chaos

For years I have written on graph paper exclusively, pages and pages of notes scrawled across the perfectly perpendicular lines that meet the horizons of the page at points fit for the roots of ideas. It is orderly, predictable, right for the tidy subclauses and side notes that sprinkle a writer’s process. The grid is […]

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