At dinner that evening the guests, 24 of us, were seated in tables of six. I knew everyone at my table, we had all gone to college together. Some of us saw each other from time to time back in…

But you cannot outrun the events of your own life, no matter how hard you try….no matter how much you think you’ve managed to make them disappear! Like patina on a piece of fine silverware, our life events leave their…

How could I forget that flowers die?? they are not meant to live forever, especially if they're in a vase filled with water. Perhaps for a few days, I forgot on purpose... Last week, while traipsing through the woods as…

Will we ever forget this merry-go-round? The motion, the movement, the enchantment. They last for hundreds of years, these menagerie animals, carved from a block of hard wood, then painted, then dried to a luminous, ferocious gleam. They neigh &…

What is the point, really? You spend a day, talking at a screen. Talking at a face. Listening to sounds from a screen. Watching a face. You spend a day, leaning in. Making sense of what they say, Nodes in…

(word count=336) The merry-go-round at the San Francisco Zoo! Is it so easy to catch the brass ring.? Of course not, but The Brass Ring is a symbol of hope. The entire future generation rides with me as I straddle…

Over the past 12 years, my husband Kenji and I have had endless amounts of fun with our nephew R., his wife K. and their triplets. R and K said when the doctor told them she was carrying three embryos…

Wedding (1) The morning after Carla’s wedding, as we were all bringing our luggage down to start the departure routine, we all got a text message from the Resort that one of the attendees, Molly, had died the previous night…

We think events define and shape us. We keep ourselves so damned busy DOING stuff that we feel will tell the world who we are and what we’re worth, we actually make ourselves believe we are in control and we…

Leave. I go back to Los Angeles in a summer before 1994, in our hot, dry smoggy house. Happy house where the boys were small. Where I saw, with my friend Karen, an interview on tv with a woman that…