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Keep the Change

Written with my Thursday group with the prompts:  do you think I made that up?, my hands have my attention because they hurt, blurry faces, where did you see me?, what is the temperature?, my neighbor, we should do it again, she can’t hear you, goddess for a night, follow me, making wages, what are … Continue reading Keep the Change

Happy Thanksgiving

I pray and affirm that we are a courageous and compassionate people, eager to heal racism, misogyny, homophobia, and hatred, to create a culture that values all life, that treasures our planet, that is willing to let go of greed and manifest a world of abundance for all of us to share. Amen Happy Thanksgiving … Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving

Making Up Stories: my spiritual practice

This is an updated reprint of a Thanksgiving post from a few years back. The theme is gratitude, and that never gets old. Do you remember that scene in Out of Africa when Meryl Streep, playing Karen Blixin (later known by her nom de plume Isak Dinesen) was hosting Robert Redford and Michael Kitchen on … Continue reading Making Up Stories: my spiritual practice

Beautiful Melvina

Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts:  beautiful Melvina, giggles again, untethered soul, gardenias in hair, watching cartoons, unremarkable bone, human life will flicker out, when I think of returning to my mother, when I look in my mother’s eyes, quirky details, go ahead and pat me down, she sort of smiled, … Continue reading Beautiful Melvina

Nothing Halfway

Nothing Halfway Written with my Thursday group with the prompts:  overmedicated, turkey, she shook her head, walk, boring little houses, ice breaker, on top of a picnic table, Monday morning, Happy Donuts, I got angry, he had a hand on her shoulder When Mandy regained consciousness, she was already walking.  Disoriented, wandering in fog—except it … Continue reading Nothing Halfway

Becoming a Crone

This is a reprint of another Halloween favorite. Enjoy! Pearl became a crone gradually.  It started when she shed her pastel, party-mint-colored clothes, the pinks, the baby blues and pale yellows.  Suddenly she found herself attracted to burgundy, teal, and aubergine.  She stopped dyeing her hair yellow blond, gave up the tinted contacts, the high … Continue reading Becoming a Crone

In The Grip

Written with the prompts:  springtime, accepting limits but pushing for more, wonder about the ivy, there is always a little girl standing in the corner just staring, Maddie in the grip Maddie is in the grip of a good story, her pale face illuminated by the blue light of her Kindle.  It is winter inside … Continue reading In The Grip

The Voice

There was already a voice in Jessamyn’s head when the beacon hit her eyes.  It told her a story about a serpent of light coiled around the hard ridges of her face—her right cheekbone, right eye, her tight angular jaw.  It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun, the voice said, and Jessamyn almost … Continue reading The Voice

Florita

Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts:  Therese is gone, those people, toe the line, flourish, she could see the person she was, her mother didn’t like her, so what’s another inch, ketchup soup, sit in meditation Now that Therese was gone, Maricela could see more clearly the person that she was.  Rumor … Continue reading Florita

Manna

Mama’s family never could afford to send her to college.  From as far back as I can remember, she promised it would be different for me.  “You are smart and you are beautiful,” she’d tell me.  “You are going to go far.” Of course I believed her.  Why wouldn’t I?  I didn’t know it cost … Continue reading Manna