It is 11:20 pm. I’ve just come back from a writing group with friends I’ve known since I participated in the John Rechy Master class. A good evening filled with talk of the woes in the publishing industry, the merit of self-publishing, along with critique of novels-in-progress. I like my writing friends. We’re cut from…
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Repost: The Healing Power of Touch
I have a strong memory of spending a lot of time when I was a little girl snuggled up in bed next to my mother, her skin warm and her smell comforting. In that memory, my mother is always reading and her arm is around me so that I am nestled next to her. I…
Flash Essay: School Starts for My Girls
Another quiet late evening here in LA. An occasional car goes by, the television squawks quietly from an upstairs room, an old clock here in the living room ticks rhythmically while I’m sitting at the glass table. The dogs are nearby, Cordie lying asleep by the back door; Sammie sleeping underneath the table near my…
Flash Essay: A Matter of Time
Time has always been a bug-a-boo for me. Having enough time; taking enough time. Is this just me or does everybody have this problem? I can’t quite tell. I am beginning to think this is an American malady, or maybe specific to a large city like LA, since it’s not uncommon to overhear people saying,…
Ten Minutes from Home
I believe it is safe to say that we’ve made it. We are on Ventura Boulevard and it is 66 degrees. All we have to do is go up and over a canyon road to Hollywood, turn right on Sunset Boulevard and left on Doheny. From there, we are home.
70 Miles from LA!
It is 8:55 pm and we’ve been driving since 8:30 this morning. We are an hour and a half from home, but unfortunately, this is some of the toughest driving because of all the traffic. I will just be glad when we pull into our driveway. If you are ever wondering how big the U….
Flash Essay: The Messiness of Change
I have always hated what comes first when contemplating change: the ruin of what is; the demolition of the status quo; the process of undoing in order to redo. This has caused me great discomfort, a person with a strong need for tidiness and order. “Let’s knock down that wall,” my husband might say as…
Flash Essay: One of Those Moments
We loaded up daughter Sarah’s belongings today for her trek back to California. She is driving our long van with a U-haul trailer packed to the brim with her apartment contents. Heading back after three years in medical school in Texas to do her “audition” rotations in CA in hopes of landing a residency in…
Sarah’s Birth Story or How Not to Have a Baby at Home…
Today is my oldest girl’s 30th birthday and in the spirit of tradition, it’s time for Sarah’s birth story. I was 29 when Sarah was born, which means that I was in the height of our antique dealing life, jumping on and off the back of our pickup as we loaded for Canton Trades Days,…
Mother’s Day and Where I Want My Ashes to End Up
My daughter Rachael took me out to dinner late this afternoon to a restaurant in Malibu, right on the Pacific Ocean. She and I were alone since one sister is off in Mexico to see her best friend who has just moved to Mexico City, and the other is in Texas finishing her final rotation…
20 Minutes a Day 