“Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?” Mary Oliver I like to imagine that the breath goes everywhere in my body, not just into my lungs, and—hey, it’s just occurred to me—it does!! I know this because I used to teach a very pared down simplified science lesson on the … Continue reading Breathing Just a Little
This is a piece of Flash Fiction that I wrote with my Thursday night group with a list of prompts too long to copy here. This is NOT a fictionalized account of the day a homeless man came to my door and I let him in and he stayed until I'd written a 700 page … Continue reading A stranger came to my door
The day before Easter, just about a month ago, I tripped on a concrete block in a parking lot and fell flat on my face. My chin was cut badly enough to need seven stitches, and my jaw now has a tiny little crack in it. I was blessed in that they didn't need to … Continue reading Gravity: how it pulls us
Hey, I just found this in my journal. I remember writing it, but I don't remember when. Guess it's time to set it free. It's a bit of Matrix thinking! If I had it to do all over again, maybe I’d take the blue pill; I’d choose the illusion. I’ll get a job in a … Continue reading If I had to do it over again. . .
My home town Sacramento has been in the news more often than usual lately. We received a lot of positive press when Greta Gerwig started filming her movies right here in our front yards. The Oscar-nominated Ladybird, and her earlier work Frances Ha, both included scenes filmed right down the street from where I live! … Continue reading Say His Name
This is a reprint of an Easter post from five years ago. It's still pertinent today. Hope you enjoy it again--or for the first time. Many thanks, and Happy Easter! ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED MARCH 28, 2013 Earlier this week I read over the first draft of my latest novel that I wrote during National Novel Writing … Continue reading Easter Musings 2018
Written at Thursday Group, after a guided meditation in which we were invited to imagine finding a gift under the water, and then transforming into a flower. My friends told me there was a gift under the water and I imagined something of earthly value—a rare coin, a beautiful ruby or emerald, or maybe one of … Continue reading The Lizard
Susan was charmed when her three-year-old son asked for a baby doll. Drew had a variety of action figures and plush animals, but now he wanted a baby to feed because Mommy had a new baby to feed. Susan asked Matt to buy something simple (code for cheap), something durable, something sweet. But Matt came … Continue reading Tearing Down A Wall
Fifty-something years ago in a Catholic school not so far away, the nuns used to read to us from The Lives of the Saints. St. Brigid was always my favorite, but not because she lived in my matrilineal ancestral home of Ireland. No, she was my favorite because she had the best stories. Celtic history … Continue reading Happy St. Brigid’s Feast Day!
I was just looking at a group selfie, taken a few weeks ago at a Christmas brunch with my long-time friends from high school. For the record, we graduated together forty-four years ago this spring, so we'e known each other a very long time. It's only been in the past five years or so that … Continue reading One Earth