Envy the Poor Immigrant

Most people move with a great deal of help from others. I was lucky to have a my former co-worker and friend, Anita, introduce me as a new member of the Crockett community. Like a sister to me, Anita is a poet, a lover of music, tender of a beautiful slope garden, and hard-working woman devoted to her husband, family and friends. I feel lucky to have her in my life as we grow a new phase of our relationship: country neighbors.

Crockett is a small town of about 3,000 people located at the northeastern tip of the San Francisco Bay. Here it is that the Carquinez Strait brings fresh water from California's High Sierra to the Pacific Ocean, via the San Pablo and San Francisco bays. I have old family history linking me to this place, of that more later.

I have lived in Oakland and Berkeley for over 30 years, loving it. Having immigrated first from Fresno, California, I came to the city for its cultural opportunities, the possibility of working in the field of my choice (bookselling and publishing), and for its cool guys. I met and dated a few of those, and finally, at the ripe age of 42, married one of the best. My husband is an actor in the SF Bay Area theater scene, an accomplished scholar of the drama, a hardcore Giants fan, and the sweetest smartest love I could have found.

I am a poet first of all, and have held all kinds of jobs. Currently, I am right in the cultural zeitgeist and not-so-fashionably unemployed. The move to Crockett fit in with having time and energy to make a new home and new friends.

This blog will explore country life at the edge of the SF Bay.