Driving North from Oakland, across the San Rafael Bridge, through Novato, Petaluma, Santa Rosa, Healdsburg, Cloverdale where lumber trucks growl, t-shirts replace suits. Then family names-Ukiah, Chitaka, Miti, Bu-shay, Pomo, Hoopa- and I breathe again heading home on winding ribbon roads. My life is this simple. I slough off city skin, replace it with soft […] Read More →