Pull the Blanket Over
The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they’re seldom rideable. But so...
Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house. Always the hunters, watching the world with their instinctual focused stare, but if they chance to dodge through an open door, they always dart back inside, never wandering far from the food dish.
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Sun Basking
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
Anything is Possible
In 1995, a car accident left Pascale Honore paraplegic. She would watch her son and his friends surf...
Pink Afternoon
I never get tired of San Diego sunsets, or the slow declines that lead up to them as the sun makes i...