Comments on: Point Reyes: The Shore Left Behind

By: maya

maya — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 21:28:27 +0000

i feel you!

By: Simone Gorrindo

Simone Gorrindo — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 17:49:58 +0000

Side comment, everyone– wanted to slip in a link to my new travel blog, Letters Home. Take a look, if you haven’t yet. A few posts in, I’m just getting it off the ground!: http://simonegorrindo.wordpress.com/

Thanks again for all the wonderful comments! You guys are all incredible writers, so I take each one to heart.

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By: Simone Gorrindo

Simone Gorrindo — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 17:45:58 +0000

Thank you, Neha. Such a lovely, sweet comment. But knowing your writing, I’m guessing you could have put it down pretty damn eloquently.

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By: neha

neha — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 15:24:39 +0000

This piece really spoke to me. I’ve experienced my own version of this but I don’t think I could put it down quite so beautifully. Thanks for sharing.

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By: Simone Gorrindo

Simone Gorrindo — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 14:59:03 +0000

Thanks so much, you guys! I appreciate you taking a look.

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By: Candice Walsh

Candice Walsh — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 14:22:02 +0000

Beyond loved this, you’re a talented writer, Simone!

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By: Leigh Shulman

Leigh Shulman — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 20:49:59 +0000

I love this piece, Simone. It makes me want to return to fiction writing after a break that was longer than I expected.

Really beautiful!

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By: Nancy Harder

Nancy Harder — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 20:36:15 +0000

Beautiful piece, Simone. Love this: “I thought I’d find that place on the other side of the world, but it has taken much traveling, many beaches, more introductions and partings to realize this. All I want to do now is sit on that dune and eat a chunk of cheddar while I watch the sea lions crawl onto the estuary, their barks filling the air.”

The more I travel the more I feel connected to my hometown, a small port/ocean city in the South. Dune grass, marshes, and drawn-out accents stay with me when I’m abroad, visual/aural anchors in my memories.

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