Memories and Moments

Sailing around the bay at dusk on a sailboat.
Hitchhiking with my sister in Hawaii to surf.
Watching my father bait a hook with worms and cast his line like a pro.
Seeing my brother’s eyes light up when he watches a football game.
Hearing my mom laugh and then ask if I want a snack.
Making love to someone tender for the first time.
Surfing in Santa Cruz.
Watching my best friend Rich get excited over film.
Attempting to surf northern waters from Bodega Bay to Washington State and freezing my ass off.
Spending time with Andy and watching his son Ben grow up.
Leaving my non-surfer boyfriend on the beach in Bodega Bay while I kept swimming until he got so pissed he left me there.
Going to sex clubs with Dwight.
Walking Rocco under the stars at Immigrant Lake.
My first house in Oregon, pink with roses, and walking to the dojo each day for my lesson with John.
Building a company in my early 20s, excited for the six figures I brought in, and doing it off my silly ideas.
More surfing, this time windsurfing with friends from Germany in LA harbor, and the look of determination on his face to properly teach me the rules of windsurfing.
The Richmond Regatta with Dwight, helping him yet failing miserably to get the cat right.
Long-distance drives north with my ex-husband while listening to audiobooks on tape decks.
Sitting on the beach with my ex-husband south of Humboldt on one of our many drives north to see John.
Building a garden with my ex-husband that took up our entire backyard, where coyotes sprawled over the fence and bothered our two shepherd puppies.
Having our adobe and other homes throughout Arizona.
The grapefruits he picked but never ate from his grandpa’s tree.
Backpacking with Jimmy and Scott, with Jimmy always having this wild look to him, something only a raw human would have in the moonlight.
That time on Bill’s boat in Marathon Key when I kayaked with manatees, including baby manatees.
Hiking with James up Squaw Peak late at night with our dogs in tow.
Walking late at night with James in the desert.
Making love and really feeling the love and desire with P.
Gene Delcourt, who had me read “Native Son” and other literature based on cultural diversity and land rights.
My time in Tucson with my friend from Saigon and her three dogs that were imported from China as rescues.
Jeanie from college and her love for swimming and bicycles.
Jeanie helping me with my wedding when I only had a few hundred dollars to pay for it, providing space for me in Telluride, Colorado on Bridal Veil Falls, and the care she had for her two broke hippy best friends getting married young.
That drive up to Bridal Veil Falls where James rhymed his vows and I rolled my eyes.
Miss Olympia and all my bikini modeling.
Training real hard in San Leandro gyms until my body busted.
Getting a PhD and then wondering how I got one. Haha. I don’t know how I blew five years on that. It seemed to fly by.
All the kinky slaves.
Winter in Wisconsin.
The smile on Bogart’s face.
My niece when she curls up in my lap and I read to her.
Holding Simon when he was a baby, with his flaming red hair and green eyes.
Watching Doc kick the shit out of people in his 70s.
The routines of Silicon Valley.