Happy new year!

While reflecting on what a pivotal year 2017 was for me, I realized that writing and sharing my experiences on this blog was an integral and powerful facet of that journey. I'm sure 2018 will bring new adventures and insights, and I'd like to continue to process my existence through this journal. To give some structure, I've come up with a concept for a blog post series called Sunday Snapshot. Each Sunday I'll post a short vignette with a photo to capture a moment in time from that week, discuss a topical issue, or perhaps uncover the mundane that sparked unexpected inspiration. We'll see where this goes. I hope you'll come along with me!

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Sunday Snapshot: When Red Means Go

Franklin Street is like an artery that cuts through the heart of San Francisco from where I exit the freeway at Market Street, past my block at Sacramento Street, all the way north to historic Fort Mason with a view of the sparkling bay beyond. Sometimes I'll cruise through the timed green lights for a good mile and feel like a super hero with special powers of persuasion over the traffic gods.

Other times, I'll get caught in a line up of brake lights that flicker on and off in the stop and go traffic like a broken neon sign. Red brake lights usually mean stop. When I'm driving home after a long day, those schizophrenic red lights mean go. Go home. Go home where I can kick off my shoes, put on comfy clothes and relax. Or wash the day off with a long, hot shower. Or wash the day down with a smooth glass of therapeutic wine.

I've called a lot of cities home, both in the US and abroad, and I hope my gypsy soul calls many more home. To me, home isn't "where the heart is" but where my heart leads me to be.