The How & Why of All Things is rather beyond my scope. Nevertheless & All for the Best, I do not give up Hope. When I do figure Something out I give a glad, loud shout. Look at me, I…

Swimming in a sea of it, with waves so lush, so overpowering, there was no room left for doubt. Love. A sea of love. Salty and sweet , filled with organic matter alive and decaying, which was why the soup…

One thing that binds me, keeps me grounded & down-to-earth & humble is my job as an assistant teacher. Being an assistant positions me as an underling. This summer, one teacher feels compelled to reprimand me for many things I…

[ongoing long story about Amelia, an ambivalent grad student on the cusp of making a decision, any decision. She has a huge rescue dog Raul and a very wealthy friend Jana.] I take the long, long walk home. She said…

This past weekend I attended the Oregon Country Fair on Friday and Sunday. This was the 58th year of this special three-day event. It was my fifth time attending the fair. Stevie, my son, had been attending the Oregon country…

I think about those stiff-as-a-brick ski boots of my childhood. I was definitely bound by those snapping buckles. The pain in my unmoving freezing foot as I stood in line for the lift to the beginners' slopes has never faded.…

We all have that child in us, right? At least I hope we do, since I’d rather not be alone in this sad but necessary realization. I’d love to believe I am not the only little girl doing her best…

[continued!] Dear Bernard, Where do I begin? I'd love to tell you that I'm sorry, because I truly never want to cause you pain, but I'm not entirely sure I need to be sorry. And I know my apology won't…

At the start of a Fall semester, 12 eager faces stare up at me from the floor where I have the freshmen doing the necessary stretches they will be required to do every single class, without fail, no excuses, and…

[You inspired me to continue exploring some characters!] Cheesy pasta shapes for Ada. She ate quickly, leaving half of a single mangled star at the edge of the only bowl without a chip in it. June is relieved; she wouldn't…

[jumping around in my story, sorry for the inherent confusion] The 3x5 cards didn't help. Whatever magic they had for writers in the dark past didn't work for me. Instead I was out of time, sat there madly typing something…