The early morning sun creates long shadows from the trees in the city park. The shadows look like mangled stick figures that are frozen in a scream. A dog with dirty wiry fur licks a greasy paper plate next to…
View writingTake this day out of my life story: I was working with the composer of THOUSAND PIECES OF GOLD, my narrative feature film and he asked, "Do you think you'll get into Sundance?" I felt very confident that it would…
View writingThere is no other concern in my writer mind these days but the terror, the stink, the blemish, the disease, of the creeping fascism that is smothering our country, dampening our communal spirits, and making us all very very sick…
View writingI spent two days in Reno last week walking precincts with members of the Culinary Local 225, the union that represents workers in the hotels and casinos. They are the most politically powerful union in the state and strongly behind…
View writingI needed some advice, insight, conversation from you about what to do about college. You had accomplished so much: the first in your family to go to college. With your degree in mechanical engineering, you pulled your family into the…
View writingI keep this truth: I have a epilepsy, which I recently learned is known in the medical profession as "a life changing disease." I was slow to delve into what epilepsy would mean for me. I had heard it called…
View writingWhat happened with Sam didn't go to the appointment. The call was scheduled for 10 am on a friday. He was drunk by 9am and by 945 he was slurring his words. He didnt take the call when it rang.…
View writingLet’s just say , for the sake of prompting discussion, that Life is one enormous quilt….all of Life…both the micro and the endless macroscopic views…ALL of Life! So, following that idea, my life…each of our individual lives, is nothing but…
View writingWe –the odd combo of Karen and Katie and I—thought that maybe Manny and his group were funded by the Kamala coffers. Or, alternately, he is an altruist with tons of money that he likes to spend on a good…
View writingWe drove closer to the sand dunes that towered above the landscape like mountains. The staggering piles of yellow-tan sand lay at the foot of the Rockies at the edge of the vast plains. Dark clouds simmer in the distance
View writingOften, in her younger days, it was the only place she could go so as not to be alone on a Saturday night: the welcoming, white blank pages of her journal. Not a journal of the delicate “Dear Diary” sort…
View writingHow I miss being passionate! It’s all gone—all I once cared about – and it’s difficult to conjure passion for passing amusements. What did I once really care about? Where was that passion placed? Oddly enough, what comes to mind…
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