Love, Hate, & Everything In-Between
Sometimes holiday get togethers can be a bit sticky. Siblings and children arrive from far corners. Logs burn. Alcohol soothes. A lethargic atmosphere loosens the tongue…
Sometimes holiday get togethers can be a bit sticky. Siblings and children arrive from far corners. Logs burn. Alcohol soothes. A lethargic atmosphere loosens the tongue…
The fog enshrouded woods outside my window brings a melancholy reminder of my own mortality. I respond by drawing the drapes and sitting in front of…
What is it there about an apology? Today I opened my email and there it was, a totally random note of apology for a long-ago…
My swimming coach said something today that made me think. “What we’re doing here is The Impossible and making it Fun!” I got what she…
It took moving to Oregon to finally understand the meaning of spring. In the area of California where I used to live, the days start getting warm in February….
I’m reading Thomas Moore’s little book, Meditations. One of those gems that delivers a bolt of enlightenment on every page. Like Anne Lamott if she were a…
I know better than to be late for a hair appointment. After all, those ladies have to make a living, too. So if I had followed…
Every writer I know plays Solitaire while they’re waiting for inspiration or coming down from the natural high of being “in the zone.” It occurred…
On the whole human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time. – George Orwell I found this quote…
This is an excerpt from Branches on the Conejo: Leaving the Soil After Five Generations, my memoir celebrating life in (then) the rural Southern California community…