Anger. I'm angry. How could I have fallen? Why wasn't I looking down as I usually do when I navigate the city sidewalks on foot? How could I have been so stupid? I'm angry at the city of San Francisco…

I am right there: at the matrix. I need – well, it’s difficult to complete that sentence. I need so much. I need my daughter, my son (did they exist?) so I, too, can contribute to the casual anecdotes that…

A seed is planted. With a gentle touch the hard shell is pressed into moist soil. Sun warms. Rain releases nutrients. The shell softens. Eyes may not see the first stem break through the heart of earth but a chest…

“Enough already” the cop said close to my ear as his large hands clutched my wrist and snapped the handcuffs on me. “I didn’t do anything,” I said to the cop. “Sure. Let’s get you in the car, so you…

“No, it wouldn’t make much of a difference.” Gray wooly couch. Hilda’s rug she brought from home. Her giant slippers that looked like upside down bowls. Time was a construct. Cuts were a construct. Takes were just paint, and we…

(Note: I'm using this morning writing to work on various characters for my novel in progress.) Rain pattered on the roof of the Prius. One of those cold spring rains that still have the bite of winter in them. I…

Literal skins barely seem substantial enough to hold anything. But what's inside metaphorical skin? History, culture, background, memory, interpretation and misinterpretation. A couple weeks ago, my niece and her longtime boyfriend got married. Like any wedding, this one had its…

Because I can't talk of my heavy feelings from attending the hearing last week where the man who hit and killed my father was led from courtroom to jail, I want to tell you about the mom standing at the…

The danger. The danger of falling, of injury, of being in pain. Especially when you're old. The danger of walking the city streets with its uneven sidewalks. On Friday, walking by myself, I tripped on an uneven sidewalk and fell.…

Lydia Boorstein Marshall Gold crossed her severely varicose veined legs and bemoaned their paleness, especially in contrast to the vivid white and lime green striped mini-dress she was wearing. The one accommodation she had made to turning 70 was to…