I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
There was a time I was very much blaming the way I felt on L.A that it was a vacuum of creativity of humor or anything organic and I was really angry at the place. But then today I feel completely different - I love L.A.!
