I’ve never experienced Burning Man, except by watching the many fun documentaries filmed there…I’m not a fan of dust, hot sand and potentially sickening promiscuity….i do love the art of the Burners, admire their creativity and courage, their rage and…

I’ve been packing. I start the same way: inspired by an ad in Chico’s or Talbot’s, picturing myself in the flowered blouse (cut short, the new style, but with the long sleeves I like) or the lounge outfit, the comfy…

[Fiction, exercise, maybe the start of a short story.] I left no part behind when I told him exactly how I felt. How he could do more around the house--would it kill him to make a bed. Romance. Gone long…

I knew how to make poetry—if not happen—then at least be meaningful to students. I liked teaching poetry: lyric vs. narrative, the sounds and their names, the rhythms—called meter in poetry. For the latter I would use children’s poems—an early…

I dream of retiring from my legal word processing job and working as a writer instead. While off work for 14 weeks of disability for thumb joint replacement surgery, I did endure quite a bit of pain and recovery. You'd…

To sleep out in the cold. With the Ami’s calling in Germany’s loans, credit tightened. Industry contracted. Businesses failed. Millions of Germans lost their jobs. Men failed to provide basic necessities for their families. They could no longer pay rent.…

When I graduated from college, there was no advice line, wise family or friends to help me answer the question, ““What will you do now?” In our family, there were plenty of smart people, but I was only the second…

There is no Me in family. Only I. i heard this in a movie once and laughed. i don't know why. me thinks there's an irony here, but i don't know what it is. i keep thinking, always thinking. but…

“Sometimes I think I just dreamt him up! I can hardly remember him. Odd, huh?” My niece sits across from me at an outdoor dining table in Rockridge. Well, she’s not really my niece; she’s my husband’s niece, but I…

[Fiction] "This is just not working out anymore." He has the good sense not to text his goodbyes, but to arrange for us to meet at a nice restaurant. A casual place, bright, bustling, without hidden meanings. After three years,…

“Out of my dreams and into your arms I long to fly…..I will come as evening comes to woo a waiting sky!”…….as that lush yearning waltz goes, from that classic Rodgers and Hammerstein musical about statehood and beautiful mornings. However,…

My phone pinged when I stood in the rain in the woods, my daughter Megan who lives in LA now. “Mommy, where are you? “In the woods. It’s wet and cold here.” “Guinness is there with you, say hi to…