If you love me the same as I love you, Come forth, your victory to claim. A baby deer is called a fawn. The sun rises each & every morn. Thus each promising day is born. Stroke me gently, on…
View writingI watched my husband, his younger sister and older brother march up the hill into the family orchard, carrying 5-gallon buckets. Every year in October, when the persimmons, ripened, the family went kind of mad, determined to pick this sweet…
View writingCelebrating Common Things You walked out, sat down on the yellow bench facing me, & I stood by the outdoor stage. Two actors in a personal high stakes drama. My heart quickened. You sat down, smiled at me, took out…
View writingGeorge Bennett was sitting in bed in his pajamas, grousing as usual. “I want to watch people having sex,” he said to Jerry, his psychologist nephew who had come to the house to give him lunch. George had said many…
View writingI may have learned something after all. This world is Alpha & Omega, the Beginning & the End. If you want a friend--then be a friend. Stop & look before you leap. A clear conscience brings sound sleep. Leave no…
View writing(Here's the opening of a chapter with this character. This falls roughly in the middle of the book. Sorry I haven't written more this week. Been out quite a bit attending Litquake events.) Sheriff Lamb was standing in the kitchen,…
View writingIs it cleaning the windows? Maybe straightening up my bed? Write the Great American Novel? Paint the town bright red? Or to weed & water the garden? To bake a delicious challah braid? To paint my masterpiece? To get ev'ry…
View writing"Life isn’t long enough to do all the things I want to do or should have already done, but one thing I know I never want to do is feel guilty or incompetent or incomplete or sad about that fact!…
View writingWhat would be left? Did I learn how to be tough or is it genetic? When I was the age when babies roll over and sit up, my mother was worried that I wasn't doing that. The pediatrician told her,…
View writingWhat would be left? Did I learn how to be tough or is it genetic. When I was the age when babies roll over and sit up, my mother was worried that I wasn't doing that. The pediatrician told her,…
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