My friend Jeanne started calling me Goose. As in flying with the… That got me thinking. About being on a wild (goose) chase. Up and down the east coast, for almost six weeks now, my little rolly suitcase, my ever present computer, ‘in pursuit of something near impossible.’ …
It’s Tuesday morning. Day 25 of my east coast interview trip. It’s raining–again. I’m on the train from Philly to Penn Station and on to the middle of Long Island for my ninth interview. The train is where I do my best writing. Surrounded by people in their own worlds–lost in conversation with their seat mates, playing solitaire […]
I met Jay Butera for the first time at the Citizens’ Climate Lobby conference in DC last month. But his reputation preceded him. He’s a mythic figure in the organization. I admit, I was surprised when I met him. I expected a blustery, larger than life, less than humble man. I couldn’t have been more […]
The light flashes on the dashboard of my Prius—yes, so predictable, I drive a Prius. Maintenance required, it says. I call the dealership and make an appointment for 7:30am Tuesday morning. On the day of the appointment I bring a book and a writing tablet—enough to keep me busy for the one hour it will […]
I’m sitting on a single bed in Elli’s farmhouse an hour and a half outside of Richmond, Virginia. Everything is green and wet. Full of itself. I can smell the water in the air. So unlike Los Angeles. This morning Elli milked Minnie, while I swatted flies from my face. We tromped through the overgrown […]
