Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Hello, Hanoi (Part 2 of Many) If you think that traveling halfway across the world to live in a busy Asian city where you don’t speak the language, don’t know your way around, and have a very thin grasp on where you’ll find your next meal will make it easier for yourself to write that […]

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§557 · February 4, 2009 · Adventures in Asia, Location-Location, Narrative · 1 comment · Tags: ,


Hello, Hanoi (Part 1 of Many) I love that Taipai airport. Most of us may have lost touch with nature, and now run frantically toward technology to make us happy, but at least the Taiwanese know how to make a good substitute.

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“Calling noise a nuisance is like calling smog an inconvenience. Noise must be considered a hazard to the health of people everywhere.” — Dr. William H. Stewart, former Surgeon General of the United States * * * Outside, the air was cold and swirling. “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaa-aayy!” A car full […]

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Hi, love. Another email for you, coming from the beautiful (but currently stormy) Cook Islands. I wrote you a little narrative of my day. Hope you like it. Rough Seas do Shake, O Darling Come What May: A Story Today we tried going out for another dive day. It is Sunday, and everything around the […]

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§542 · December 8, 2008 · Location-Location, Narrative · (No comments) · Tags: , , , ,


The sun, ferns, salt and dark lager have bleached my brain. I am now sitting by myself at the (mahogany? kaori wood?) bar at a place called “Schnappa Rock” and enjoying a very tall pint while I write and look at the ocean:

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Back

Stuck, already, at the car rental.

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§516 · September 17, 2008 · Location-Location, Narrative · 1 comment · Tags: ,


I thought it would be fun. A 6-day getaway to laid-back, green&lush Seattle. Hang with The Girls. Get a little crazy. In SF, my “color girls” (3 friends I’ve known since about 6 years old) wouldn’t stop until the whole town was painted red, red, red. Only thing is, suddenly I’m… old[er]. And definitely, certainly, […]

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Yesterday was my official One Month Until Departure to my next travel adventure: Vietnam and China. The countdown reminded me of what a nice time in my life this is — being home, time to pursue personal projects, friends and family close by, and the joy of being in the Sonoma County for the quiet […]

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§345 · July 9, 2007 · Narrative, Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·


Driving through town today. Radio scanning, lingers on male a cappella group singing “Star Spangled Banner.” Stop to listen. Take a moment to see the stars and stripes flick in the wind out the corner of my eye. Cotati Veterans Memorial. Listening to the lyrics, never made the Orwell-Buddhism connection before: “And the rockets red […]

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§315 · May 28, 2007 · Narrative · 1 comment ·


I went to post today, and my blog didn’t recognize me. At first with the low rumble grows. Next to a defensive bark, hurt echoing under. “It’s me!” I soothed. “Hi there, sweetie. Remember me? I write you?’ Starting in with a wimper, scrunched face: “Where the hell have you been?” I stumble, “oh, geez. […]

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§314 · May 27, 2007 · Narrative · (No comments) ·


[Scene: A country house that sits in an idyllic setting. Shannon, a woman in her mid-twenties, rises from her slumbers. She stretches with smile upon her cherub face, Edvard Grieg's "Morning" playing in her head. She places her palms against the windowsill and gazes at the redwood trees beyond. There are small birds perched in […]

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§267 · January 8, 2007 · Narrative, Sonoma County Splendor · (No comments) ·


“HAPPINESS RUNS IN A CIRCULAR MOTION” Such is the case tonight as rain’s fingernails scratch down my windowsill, customary wailings from lost sirens, strings of sighing traffic — a San Francisco swan song about to be sung. There are globes of lights everywhere — glass orbs of water lit from the Party Store’s winking strobe, […]

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§258 · December 9, 2006 · Narrative, San Francisco glory · (No comments) ·


It had been months — no, probably closer to a year — since she had been camping, an activity that ranked among her favorite but had somehow managed to go unperformed. The last time she had done any sort of camping, much less back-country camping, was with her now-ex-boyfriend. The two, in love with each […]

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§227 · August 8, 2006 · Narrative · 3 comments ·


(A Sunday Morning Story) I walked up the long black cement road that wound around Highland Hill like a concrete river. I had just come from running, the first attempt since my knee injury; I had been curious for motion, but I wasn’t an idiot, pushing past patience’s pace, so I only ran the flat […]

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§225 · July 24, 2006 · Narrative · 2 comments ·


It’s a matter of fact life ain’t easy but they say that from Rough, life turns Breezy so a smile I keep and I take a breath deep (but it’s hard to Breathe In when you’re wheezy) There once was a girl in the city Her outlook on life: ~happy*Giddy! But then she fell down […]

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§199 · June 2, 2006 · Narrative, This Modern Life · 1 comment ·


As I snaked my way through the sloping streets of Chinatown this morning, skirting along shaded alleyways and sliding down sun-licked sidewalks, I let momentum tug at my weight, carrying me downhill, thighs remaining liquid, and used my eyes as breaks. Gravity pulled me along as gravity has a tendency to do, and every time […]

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§197 · May 17, 2006 · Narrative, This Modern Life · 1 comment ·


Dear Book-Nerd Readers, There’s something wonderful about a library, don’t you think? And I don’t mean all the books and learning and shit. I mean that it commands its own quiet energy, connecting yet un-intrusive; that although this is a public space, there is a kind of imposed isolation, too. It’s the quiet: “I am […]

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§152 · March 12, 2006 · Narrative, San Francisco glory · 5 comments ·


When speaking of love, it is important to acknowledge — in addition to the things which one does love — that which one does not. You know, for the sake of balance. God forbid I write of yin while neglecting the yang. * * * Scene: An apartment building in San Francisco. Morning. A light […]

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§141 · February 25, 2006 · Love Project, Narrative, San Francisco glory · (No comments) ·


Although my “Poetry to a Transvestite Prostitute“ Project is now complete, I am not done with the poetry, nor the love. It may be a short month, but February ain’t over yet. For all of you wishing I would stop with the smoochy-smoochy-love-fluff stuff already, know that March is just around the corner, and it […]

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§140 · February 22, 2006 · Love Project, Narrative · 1 comment ·


Dad came into room and said “Shan, it’s 6:15 — you want another half an hour?” and when normally I would think no, no I need to get up now. I am visiting Sonoma County for only 48 hours; I must rise and meet the day like Sultan-Warrior-God and go forth and Accomplish (capital “a”), […]

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§118 · February 5, 2006 · Love Project, Narrative · 1 comment ·