Where I Go: Redondo Beach Brings Me Back to Myself
I’m the Keeper of My Family’s Memories. My Hometown Is Where I Uncover the Layers of Our Past
Late one afternoon last year, during a troubled time in my life, I took a long walk on the beach.
A day of rain was ending. Watery sunlight shone on glossy streets. It was a brief lull in California’s unrelenting winter. To the west, a layer of cirrus clouds announced another storm approaching. A high wind chased the departing rain, churning the sea into a tangle of waves.
I had been here—the Redondo Beach shoreline at the southern end of Santa Monica Bay—many times before. I spent most of my childhood in …
