How right that the body changed over time, becoming a gallery of scars, a canvas of experience, a testament to life and one's capacity to endure it.
No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.
I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.
We strive for beauty and balance, the sensual over the sentimental.
She’s never where she is,' I said. 'She’s only inside her head.
Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.