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In my books and plays, I often write about the sort of home that's entered through a door (or at least a flap or a ladder) rather than by the click of a mouse. But times change, and regardless of how you got inside of my digital "home," here you are. So welcome!
As an adult with my own family to care for, "home" became what we established for ourselves, and in that regard I wasn't much different from my parents: Hayward, in the San Francisco Bay Area; yurts and houses on four different farms in far-western rural Sonoma County, California; the "Low Rent" housing development of Chinle, Navajo Nation (Arizona); three houses in El Paso, Texas; married-student housing in Austin, Texas; and now, a home in Sebastopol (Sonoma County), California. Maybe this digital "home" thing isn't such a bad idea. It seems spacious enough, and I probably won't need to bribe my friends with pizza and beer when I'm ready to move! So welcome! Mi casa es su casa! Here's the two-cent tour. In my home, you'll learn a little about how I came to start writing. I'll introduce you to my books: Learning to See Fish; Fetching Molly; Sometimes I See You; The Queen of Kansas; and A Circle of Elephants; and my plays: In Defense of Beauty; Oakland Tryptich; Hollow; Consumption; Mojado Extremo; A Day in the Life of Fort Ross; The Whole World of Harriett Buhai; and Abuelita's Tango. Want to buy a book or read a script? You can do it. Have a question? Want to contact me? The info's all here! Stay as long as you want. We'll eat about 7:00 p.m. Michael
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Until I was in my 20's, "home" was wherever my parents lived, and they lived all over the country: one motel and four houses in Los Angeles;
a rented house on a squab farm in Palo Alto (Northern California); with two sets of grandparents in Newburgh and Manhattan (New York);
in McPherson (the dead-center of Kansas); in a hotel in Denver; and in a Quonset hut on a military base in Monahans, Texas, during World War Two.