The Universe, both known and unknown, is composed entirely of music!

Once I played a small plastic flute – it was called a “Tonette”—and it was similar, I think to another toy-like, recorder-like plastic flute called a “Song Flute.” Maybe our music director—Mr. Girol then—didn’t want the words to be confused.…

Each of us defines Time by our own method of measure.

Is time made “simple” by loss? Of course that is an invitation to me to spill it out, to tell my losses. You know what, though? I hide them. I don’t mention them because people become agitated, overly sympathetic, see…

What keeps us from the perfect thing? Life. My husband’s and my imperfect honeymoon, cycling the California coast in the pouring rain. Why didn’t I watch the weather reports before the wedding? My films are never perfect. I always feel…

What is this obsession with perfection? Huh? "In order to perform a more perfect Union", the opening phrase of the U.S. Constitution, instructs us, centuries down the road, that our idealistic forefathers truly wanted to make this new country of…

[Fiction] Lisa wakes up hungover. Not for the first time, but certainly not the last, no matter what she tells herself. Today, she will interview for a job. Not just any job, but her dream--as an associate at a boutique…

“What keeps us from the perfect thing?” He met her eyes—almost stared a challenge—over his martini. She set down her drink. “What? What kind of question is that?” “You just said there was something missing—” “’Something missing.’ Yes, I did…

Once I played a small plastic flute – it was called a “Tonette”—and it was similar, I think to another toy-like, recorder-like plastic flute called a “Song Flute.” Maybe our music director—Mr. Girol then—didn’t want the words to be confused.…

“To have missed the perfect love….” The woman’s sultry voice belted out the sad song. Agatha turned the radio louder. She sat in the chair staring. She did not miss her perfect love. She had it. Then, Europe tore him…

Not a single regret. It was only a month. Day one, when we met so haphazardly, unintended and feeling our way through each day, toward each other, walking next to, lying beside, inside me and my heart then. I feel…