Maddy

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  • An accomplishment’s an accomplishment, no matter how small.

    An accomplishment’s an accomplishment, no matter how small.

    Does anyone remember the line from Dr. Seuss’ Horton Hears a Who: “A person’s a person, no matter how small”? For whatever reason that line often pops into my head (probably because I’ve watched the movie more than a few times). Today, after a difficult week, I found myself thinking, “An accomplishment’s an accomplishment, no…

  • Sometimes life surprises you [a poem]

    Sometimes life surprises you [a poem]

    Sometimes life surprises you Like on Saturdays when you’re sadand the sun is nowhere to be found, So you ride your bike down to the shoreline where– growing from the sand – are signs that say, “Jazz Quartet; Follow the signs or sounds.” So you follow the sign along the trails through the waterfront park…

  • A Garbage Post [Happy Earth Day]

    A Garbage Post [Happy Earth Day]

    Each year I celebrate Earth Day by going on a plog. For those unfamiliar with the term, know that Thomas was as well until his edification three years ago: In previous years I visited some combination of my favorite parks nearby our house in San Francisco: Buena Vista, Twin Peaks, Mount Davidson, Sutro, Glen Canyon,…

  • Little Things / March 2021

    Little Things / March 2021

    1. In a brief moment of culinary inspiration last weekend I decided I wanted to bake some scones. I’d just had my morning coffee – so the possibilities for my day were seemingly endless and I dreamt my biggest, most wild dreams – and seen an inspiring photo of local produce from Berkeley Bowl. “What…

  • Nowhere to Be

    Nowhere to Be

    Nowhere to Be (a “poem” I wrote typed on my phone while on a walk) What a privilege it is to have nowhere to bethis morning, outdoors, with the cold wind on my face.I pass the construction workers on the main street nearbyas the sun risesand I yell “good morning” and they yell “good morning”…

  • Respite in the Redwoods

    Respite in the Redwoods

    Last Thursday morning I went for a bike ride. The best kind of bike ride, in my opinion: one on which I take more pictures than I ride miles. It was the first day that week the smoke had cleared enough to get outside and I can’t remember ever breathing in the morning air so…