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I think with pinkeye. On phone waiting for advice nurse. Hate waiting, and hate being sick. Not going […]
miss them all, especially the babies, and my little girl with that self-understood smile of strength and goals, […]
Finally I get to sit, write. Friend from an old winery I used to work at, part-time and […]
Back in Sacramento. Just touched down, unloaded some things from car. Tired of this fire nonsense, already. But […]
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…we had fruit land yesterday, Pinot Gris if I’m not mistaken. Wrote the other night that I’ll be […]
and do… no escaping the story. There’s nothing that changes the narrative except you… so, just DO.
Friday. Which means nothing. Just arrived at winery and I have about 12-13 minutes to collect self in […]
for some. Not me. Creatives don’t know days, nights, weeks, names of days, nothing. Work is our opiate, […]