My Nepenthe, Home
Home. For me home always signifies Big Sur. Nepenthe. My grandmother’s living room above Nepenthe restaurant. Her secret garden outside the log cabin, now transformed by perennials, rose bushes, and myriad mosaics by my cousin Erin. The oak trees. The beach. The blue birds. The quietness of mornings. A profusion of wild flowers in spring. [...]
