Innocence is . . .
Jun 30, 2025

A blank piece of paper A swarming of bees in the distance The gentle curve of a wave, seen from a high hotel window A new pen to write you The slip into the blue box The thought of you…

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Lost
Jun 27, 2025

Lost I lived in Los Angeles for most of my life. Our last home there was in Eagle Rock, a not yet gentrified neighborhood near Highland Park, hemmed in by freeways. Other than the private college across the street from…

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I like it!
Jun 27, 2025

Isolation….it heals me… in isolation, there are no expectations, only rest, quiet and healing. People exhaust me. I’d rather hangout with dogs! Dogs love you unconditionally, and they want to cuddle all day long….for me, isolation breeds creativity…. Dogs are…

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Jun 27, 2025

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Monster (maybe story start)
Jun 26, 2025

Nina hated going there and only went when she had no choice. Kyle Morris was still the Postmaster, same as he had been during the War and before the War. Before the War he had only been Associate Postmaster but…

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You touched me in places so deep
Jun 26, 2025

What is the origin point of an action? Of a lie? So much felt so twisted, just wrong, that Paola didn’t even know what was the worst offense. She couldn’t even get angry, because she was so deeply flustered. Should…

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Packed
Jun 25, 2025

Like most people, I hate moving, even when it’s to a much better situation and I’m the one whose idea it was. I don’t think it’s the chaos. I’m pretty used to chaos, a too clean house kind of freaks…

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A Broadway Promise Broken
Jun 25, 2025

RAGS was a Broadway show I was part of, and its immense promise was never kept….i spent months marveling how stupid and petty even supposed “ giants” could be… A journal excerpt or two from back then: NYC 6/10/1986 Tuesday…

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Spoken too soon
Jun 25, 2025

Don’t say it to speak would let fall the perfect-ripe fruit so heavy its juices so desiring to explode into the world, whether by bird’s beak, or splattered below, soaking with sweetness the soil that birthed it. Word-ripened, thoughts become…

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Series Fatigue
Jun 24, 2025

During COVID shutdown, my husband and I binge watched a lot of television. My husband forced me to watch every single season of The Crown except the one in my head where they put everybody’s head on spikes around Buckingham…

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Jun 24, 2025

These days, it doesn't take much to be removed from someone's life. With the intere

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Who cares?
Jun 24, 2025

As somebody who's worked in the corporate world for most of her career, I've seen managers, colleagues, and acquaintances come and go for greener pastures. And I, myself, have been one of those to come and go. Sometimes I feel…

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