When we get older, most of us develop better intuitions, but we hardly could have a way to test out our ability of such.
Sometimes it is compelling.
One person revealed a plan, a few words, or a piece of sudden news that could trigger an inner explosion of your neurons that instantly connects a string of seemly unrelated tiny information you amassed over the time. Suddenly you have a vision, an epiphany, an explanation of your own.
In some rare cases, you even could feel the earth under your feet was shattering and moving for a moment when that…
Johnny was my husband’s college buddy who recently became an avid photographer. He invited us to go car camping during the memorial long weekend in the Redwood Coast Parks at the border of Oregon and California.
“It’s the best time to enjoy the Azalea flowers there.”
I still vividly recall the ecstasy expression my grandpa mentioned his most stunning encounter of rhododendron flowers when he, one of modern China’s founding geologists, brought his students to a geography discovery field trip back in the early 1960s near the then-very-rural Shangrila of China.
“The azalea flowers were literally a sea of colors…
This news of January did not get my attention till yesterday when I opened its printed version in a glossy quarterly wine magazine mysteriously showing up in our mail box.
It is a significant one in my opinion. The famed French pinot noir (from Burgundy) finally is going to open an overseas branch in our backyard.
The French pinot noir is lighter than its California cousin’s (shall we say siblings soon?) Actually, French wines, in general, taste subtler than the California ones.
“California wines lack the old continent’s sophistication”, one hard-nosed friend of a friend from Chicago made such comments…
I discovered Tim Tigner about four years ago and read almost all his books. I love Tim’s fictions, which always has that almost cartoonish fast-paced, the sky is the limit, global landscape plots and twists till the very end. His stories always have that unstoppable optimism, just like his own ageless boyish smile.
And he loves to use California and frequently the Bay Area as the backdrops of many of his stories. That makes his stories more entertaining and relatable.
And one day, during the Xmas break of 2018, all of a sudden, I felt I had had enough of…
I’ve known my dentist, Dr. Mao, for decades since we moved to the Bay Area and needed a doctor for our daughter’s dental needs. She has been a very successful pediatric dentist, plastic correction dentist among related fields that eventually, not only myself but almost all my closest friends became her clients. Gradually I was re-assigned to the new doctors she hired to cover the thriving business. But Dr. Mao always made sure to answer my calls for any ad-hoc appointments with my daughter whenever she is back in town and needs some urgent dental services.
I was supposed to…
I first met Nicola in Toronto through one of my childhood friends. It was a very brief encounter, less than a few minutes, but I remembered his tall, lean silhouette of a fine Roman figure. That’s when my childhood friend’s love affair with Nicola was still very blurred to me.
A few years later, I brought my 3-person family to stay in their flat for a few days while we went to London for our daughter’s spring break week. That flat was on the same street where the fiction “My Fair Lady” lived. Nicola accompanied our daughter to watch the…
I did not know a dark night could actually have vivid colors until a few days ago when I camped just 50 yards away on a cliff in Mendocino.
With my eyes wide open in the total darkness, I saw that the ocean and the sky were somehow presenting a canvas of deep rich nautical colors with movements and soothing sound.
The moon was still young but already bright enough to cast a long shadow of shining silvery mosaic on the surface of the ocean. It was constantly dancing through the fast passing cotton-candy-like white and gray clouds, which made…
It all started with the 2020 SIP