I fell in love with a new landscape this past year. I mean to say “new to me landscape,” because it’s certainly been there for millennia at this point. My partner took a solo photography trip to the Sierra Nevadas…
View writingIf I could write about this emptiness, I’d fill my pen with ink A pink ink-bright, vibrant Or maybe yellow-shocking and connected to my transition chakra I'd pick an empty journal from the pile in my closet a plan BRAND…
View writingI don’t want to write about my brother, Dany, and how I feel hurt. I don’t want to dig into the old ‘how come’? It’s so passé. I’m not a child anymore, and he’s even older. Why does it matter…
View writingOver the last year, I was contacted by a college friend from UC Berkeley who I knew in 1970. We had started a group during my last summer at UC Berkeley over 50 years ago, which involved taking seniors on…
View writingI dreamed you did not return. Get out of the way just write don't think Faith Hope Love My faith I dreamed you did not return. The faith I had in garden in love in laughter in interest. I dreamed…
View writingSomeone brought an orange plastic bag from the days when plastic grocery bags were the norm — 'Santa Barbara Market' in flowing script, and a drawing of bananas and broccoli in a basket. Betty poses behind the till with the…
View writing(Note for my partner: Sorry to be a bit unproductive this week. Lots of things getting in the way. I've been using this writing to explore characters in a novel I'm working on. Here is one... And please feel free…
View writingYesterday I talked with an indigenous Hawaiian elder while visiting Sierra Miwok ancestral land. We offered songs and gathered cedar for ceremony. Our conversation meandered and eventually paused at the recent shootings in California. Thinking of these recent events, I…
View writingHis shoulders sagged as he stood waiting for the bus. He pulled them back and straighened his spine but felt as if an invisible net of was wrapped over his body dragging him down. His mind flashed back and forth…
View writingIt was a September New York City night and i sat with you,Paul, in your darkened bedroom, as you approached death. Your journey from diagnosis to death had been a mere year, and i was still existing on coffee and…
View writingIt was almost time to start the service and they were all standing in the foyer of the Shalom Memorial Funeral Home waiting for the Rabbi, pretending they were a close, caring family. "He's going to ask if we want…
View writingThe first few road bumps were fun and my sister and I, unrestrained by backseat seat belts in those days, threw ourselves around in the back of the car with exaggerated reactions but near the end of the road, we…
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