Written with my Tuesday group with the prompts: cornucopia, apples, pies I like to bake but I don’t do it that often. I don’t do it that often because I need to keep my blood sugar low. But I don’t want to write about that. I want to write about my electric mixer. Thirty-something years … Continue reading The Little Hand-Held Electric Mixer Who Could
At dusk, when the day turns orange, then pink, then purple, spanning the color spectrum in the time it takes to walk home from the park, the ghosts come out. You may see them for only ten or fifteen minutes, in that bright, liminal space before the night turns black and stars wink on like … Continue reading They are Coming
I have not been the most consistent blogger in the world. If there’s anyone out there paying attention this is not such a big surprise. My last post was over a year ago. In that episode, I announced that my poor old sweet-faced kitty Angel was dying of cancer. I got all philosophical and weepy … Continue reading Greetings Blogosphere!
Since I published my first novel, several people have told me they’d also like to publish a novel or memoir. I think this is great, but in some cases it’s surprised me because I didn’t know these folks were interested in writing. Maybe--in some cases--they didn’t know it either. If there’s anybody out there … Continue reading Are you making a resolution to write?
This is not about New Year’s resolutions, because I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I figure you don’t need to limit yourself to January 1st to try new things. And I don’t think it’s necessary for us to try to improve ourselves, because we are already perfect. We are God Essence, or (if you prefer) … Continue reading New Year Musings
In December the sky darkened but a star cracked the blackness to perch like a red bird on the waiting finger of an evergreen tree. Hiking through the field we knelt on damp leaves and knew: the Earth will heal herself. Merry Christmas and Happy Solstice!
Last week my former companion Harry called me to see how I was doing since the passing of my dear friend Craig. It was incredibly kind of him to call because our relationship has at times been rather prickly. We had a brief conversation and as we were about to hang up he said, “You’re … Continue reading Loving Harvey
On December 7th, 1941, my mother was at her friend Louise’s house. They were picking the first oranges of the season when Louise’s mother came out to the yard to tell them the news that the Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. Every year after, my mother commemorated the date by picking, and then eating, … Continue reading My Mother’s Orange Tree
I pledge allegiance to this sand and gravel road that runs between the river and my house, clumps of California poppies rangy stalks of fragrant fennel and burgeoning fig trees that grow wild on the river bank. I pledge allegiance to the rhythm of the spoken word to cheap pens and notebooks that welcome … Continue reading Happy Birthday USA!
