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Anchors Away: Richardson Bay’s Last Anchor-Outs
Richard Ashlock helps me aboard his sailboat, a well-maintained Hunter 37 anchored in Richardson Bay. While the 75-year-old mariner has lived on the waters...
Postcards From The Tamalpais
I used to make phone calls to help get out the vote. It’s a terrible volunteer job. Lots of people yelled at me to...
Reservation for Six: My Attempt at Connection With New People
Mostly, I consider Nextdoor a cesspool of comments by NIMBYs. Occasionally, though, I see an intriguing post, like the recent one about meeting five...
I Love Lucy: Curing My Commitment Issues
Lucy didn’t look like my kind of gal. And she just wasn’t that into me.
Before her, I’d been on three dates and was still...
Beyond the Meal: Kieawnie Clar’s Fight for Dignity and Belonging
Everyone dreads spending hours in the bathroom the night before a colonoscopy. But what if one doesn’t have access to a toilet?
An unhoused Marin...
Good Looks, Good Vibes: Marin Knows How to Take Care of Itself
My massage therapist knows more about me than my sister does. That’s not unusual in Marin.
People here get a bit obsessed with feeling and...
Nearest & Dearest: How Marin Lives and Loves
Somewhere in a conference room, a committee decided that pets, brides and grooms, horseback riding lessons and children’s clothing all belong in the same...
The Sidewalk Mystery: Discarded Sketch Reveals a Theatrical History
I recently moved and hung a piece of artwork directly across from my bed. Every day, it reminds me of the mystery I’ve wanted...