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
And I really have to resist telling all the maleness at Jiffy Lube to go make me a sandwich because that’s just where I am today. I was kept up all night by our new dog Lady’s whining—separation anxiety; Julia’s on a trip, Livy needed sleep; I was on duty—and along with my dream last… Read More Embattled
[Utah’s “Mount Doom”, courtesy of the 8/2018 California fires a thousand miles away. Even the air knows we’re all connected]. After my divorce, I read the Lord of the Rings trilogy every year. James (my ex-h) is actually the one who initially said circa 2006 “I bet you’d like the LOTR movies” and he was… Read More Tolkien
That moment when someone you haven’t seen or heard from since you were 12 years old messages to tell you that although his politics are near-polar opposite yours, he’s been checking in on your Facebook for over a year to see if you’ve got any new political commentary and in the process realized that he’s… Read More In an Oops/Fuck World
