A Familiar Touch Mutti hurried to the train station, the scent of fish still on her clothes. She read the telegram again. “Son wounded. Tempelhof Field Hospital, Berlin.” She had no time to send a telegram to the Garden House.…

Today I went for a hike in a local forest, part of a group of 18 women in celebration of one of us, Cathy, that turned 70 today. It was a 6 mile hike in a beautiful redwood forest with…

A Familiar Touch “Touch-starved”- a term I heard late in life, not soon enough really. See, my mother was brilliant, wanted to be a mathematician, her love of numbers and order, problems to solve, but consigned to the expectations of…

She had liked when Dyer taught her and she hoped they would like it when they taught them, but there was no enthusiam in their faces which dripped with mockery and spite.

I spent most of my life unhappy with who I was. Mostly it was that I weighed too much, even though I was just overweight. I am biracial and unconsciously wanted to look like those white, blonde, slim girls who…

My in-laws, John and Masako Yamamoto, met during World War Two, at the Tulelake internment camp, one of the many camps across the United States many Japanese and Japanese Americans were imprisoned for the duration of the war. None of…

I haven't written a lot about my teaching. But I remember standing in the middle of a classroom of some 24 young actors - yes 24....too too many, but NYU needed a place to put all the aspiring performers who…

The poetry by which I live Frau Bleich insisted that Agatha and Ernst return to the Garden House. “War is surely to come. You should stay close.” Agatha agreed. Ernst did not have the heart to fight his mother and…

Alone on a stage, clothed in quiet darkness, and I feel at home. Sitting at my desk in front of my computer, and I also feel in the right place….if I could close it all out and focus ….if my…

Her touch was as soft as a warm breeze. Her fingers grazed his arm, and glided across his chest and she pressed him back, lips to neck, cheek and restd against him. From this the first time she touched him…

(Note: Picks up where yesterday left off.) I turned to face her. “You know my sou quit because of that barn.” Which was partially true. Crissy’d been in the kitchen when I came down, suitcase and plastic bin full of…