[Pic of myself on the Empire State Building, 12/1999, newspaper pics from 9/12/2001, purchased in Reno] Eighteen years ago to the day, my ex-h, James, and I were in Reno. We’d driven the 8 hours with our then-2 year and 10 month old daughters, Julia and Livy, to combine James’ business trip with a visit… Read More Contrast
Part 1 (2016): That moment when you’re exhausted—on your 17 hour workdays stretching out for weeks—but must run in to buy your catholes their Soulistic at Petco in Sugar House and they open a new register with “I can help the next customer in line over here on 3” and even though you are that… Read More Abstracted clarity
And I’m walking Kora in downtown Salt Lake City, close to the big temple. It’s the last two days I’m sitting for her family because they’re moving to Park City so I am feeling that—saying goodbye to Kora as well as Twix and Breezy—and confronting the dynamic nature of life and the beauty inherent in… Read More Many different leaves
At Jack the kitty’s house, the sun goes down nearly directly above the point at which I-80 moves towards my home state of California, landing itself near Truckee, in the high mountains, before beginning descent into foothills and finally, the Central Valley. If we jetted south before entering CA, we could wind ourselves into Lake… Read More I-80 into memories
Last night at the theater watching Mamma Mia again, my youngest, Livy, reached over the seat in a poignant part to grab my hand and in the dark I looked to her and her mouth moved in words of gratitude, telling me that, as a mother, I’d always been there for her. And as the… Read More Rainbows
The following in bold is an artistic endeavor. That’s it. It’s not a call for judgment, or attention; it isn’t how I tell the world I’m superhorny and ripe for plucking. It’s art. Words stretched over screens. Moments in life remembered and honored, canvases splashed with thoughts and feelings, and sex and passion, the life… Read More Warm afternoon
And the vision was unexpected. Because I don’t have flashes of insights via visions; I don’t see magical stories flash before my eyes of emerald cities and soul mates. I’m strictly a word-based epiphanic journeyperson and, even then, only if there’s appropriate punctuation. But I guess there are times in your life when you find… Read More Growth
