Of course, the natural place to go with the idea of being heated with joy is to sex, and all the greatest adventures, real or fantasized, one has to do with reaching such climactic pleasure, and sweating as a result…

The white kitten meowed at the open window above her. Like she knew Violet was there and wanted her. Something wanted her. The idea that she'd been clinging too that life was pointless dissolved. It hit Violet that without her…

Not long after I met Kenji, the man who would become my husband, on a Friday night just before the holidays took over everyone's lives, he took me to parties all over south of Market, the funky part of San…

These dark mornings, the sky bruised and spent, as though it knows what's coming, the crane fly the most delicate marionette at the upper edge of the window. Is it outside or inside? I wonder idly about the state of…

In my twice-a-week telephone conversations with my demented mother, the most meaningful exchanges are memories of her past. Lately she's been lovingly repeating, "Your father had the most beautiful blue eyes." True. He had strikingly pure blue eyes. And his…

Present socio-political circumstances are indeed a blunt-edged knife. One gigantic scraping tool, edged in trumpian poison ( and I mean trumpian in all its old and modern definitions). The Orange Menace and all his bewildered and bewildering acolytes nibble away…

At dawn, I rise and look to the west. If I see the mountain – and if it’s fog season - I know it’s not too thick or not here at all. If it’s not fog season, I know it’s…

Three nights in a row, after my two sisters and I got back from our trip to Buffalo, I had a dream about my parents. I wish I could remember the first two. But I can't forget the last one.…

The hardest time is early morning, somewhere between four and six am. I wake up and can't stop my mind from spinning out. What if they didn't remove enough of the brain hematoma? What if it's still pressing on the…

The latest shape of my nights seems to be that i go to sleep over reading a book, at about 10:30 pm, my husband already snoozing next to me, and me already having told "Siri , shut off the lights!"...and…

You know how at the end of a meal,, a group meal, a family gathering, either at a restaurant or at your home or some else's home, or anywhere else where the group has been lunching or having dinner ,…

Our therapist said, You can feel lonely in a relationship with the wrong person. She was right. So I chose solitude over staying in a soul-less marriage. Growing apart slowly sucked the air out of our home. I struggled to…