Are you kidding? How old am I that you ask that question. That’s a question asked of a 10 or 12 year old. The person with whom I hope to live? Hope? I wrote a book about wrestling with the…
View writingHe came to me relatively late in my life….he is after all 25 years younger than me.
View writingWhat happened here? Here, in this flat, where I am living right no?. Well, I’ll start with here. Here in what I call my home some things did happen. These things—these events—are recorded in various photographs so that, although I…
View writingFocused on all the things you don't know well enough, you spent an hour reviewing. Then, none of that came up during the interview. During the interview, you had a lot of chances to show off your skill. You atarted…
View writingIn July 2025, in a big grassy park in Dublin, California, 500 plus people are gathered, holding signs that say, "Resist," "We Did This Already," "Japanese Americans stand with immigrant communities" "Hands Off Our Immigrant Neighbors" and "ICE out of…
View writingPeter is my home. This is a man who has been my husband for over 20 years, and who I first met when he was a 25-year old aspiring actor in NYC. I was 50 at the time. I was…
View writingTell me this is home. Yes, tell me, convince me, assuage me, comfort me that this is home, home being where I am at this moment, alone here in this lovely loft, but alone, wracked by a pain in my…
View writingPeony stood out on a balcony look at the gray fog. She could not see the barren hills but she knew it was there. She could not see the people beyond the hills scraping the ground for insects and root,…
View writingPeony felt the attention of all 3000 immortals as she walked to the end of the walkway over the silver pond. She stopped just short of entering the pool, where her bare toes could feel the edge of the walkway,…
View writingMy mother always says she raised two families. And she did – the first family, me, was born in our hometown, a factory town in Massachusetts. The second family, my sister, started eight years later, the year my father graduated…
View writingI do believe the purest definition of poetry is simply the magnificent way this earth we dwell on presents itself on every single day it exists! So of course we must make sure it continues to exist in what’s left…
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