It's the ocean that always knows, that is speaking its mysteries. The ocean, that primordial womb, the source of all creation. For my own healing, I had to make peace with this part of my nature, to meet the selkie…

I was at a friend of mine’s daughters second birthday party. My friends lived in a small apartment in Santa Monica but they were both in show business and one of them had a client/friend who lived in a huge,…

"Fuck it — Sure." Ana looks up at the waiter with a tired smile. He looks glad and uneasy. The couple sits down across from her. It's the only opening and it's only 4. What else was she going to…

Decades ago, it was hard to figure out who I was because I was good at so many things - biology, English, French, history. To my mother's horror, the high school aptitude test said I was an artist, which was…

Me? Do I want a lavish life? Ha, ha, ha. I seen those movies. Tons a them. The gangster marries a blonde, only he don't marry her because he's a sinner and just wants to live together and have fun.…

Fanning. That's one way. Fanning the flames can start out half-hearted then blaze up to a full-on beating Thrashing. Thrashing's different from fanning. More intense like. Punching, pounding, pummeling. I get those all mixed up, confused together. Clobbering. That's more…

You are something not everyone knows how to love. A liar. A thief. A kid who literally takes candy from a baby. You are lazy. You don't help anyone. You're shy, afraid to talk to people. You tell family secrets…

By the time we were ten or eleven, my older sister Jane and I started inventing alternative narratives about how we ended up here, in this family. We began with being “Indian” (Native American) princesses who had been somehow spirited…

I have come here to grow back my hands. The tale of the handless maiden has walked with me through many a dark forest. I once spent a week by a meandering river where we practiced animist ritual. Each night…

Sister love “Well, you know,” Sarah said, dipping tortilla chips into the salsa, “when you grow up you will find out that not everyone is going to like you.” I was stunned. Hurt. “Why wouldn’t anybody like me? I said.…

My ride dropped me in a screech in front of my house. I tell him to cool down, not just with me, but all of LA. He laughs at my concern. "Where I come from, this is relaxed," he says.…

Most of my life I’ve suffered for love…and written every tear - drenched moment down in the pages of my journals….pages and pages and pages and more pages of tear-stained dark and inky writing, so fraught with drama and agony…