Today, I am in bedIn my very own roomIn my very own homeThat I have created I might get myself up,Make coffee, andCome back here to write,But not yet First, I want to imagineWhat happens whenMy heart says stop,And my breath lets go,And the travelerWithin me carries on Able to replayAny story in my lifeLike … Continue reading Poem: The Other Side
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The Fire and Home, Take 2
It was about 4:30 PM on Tuesday, January 7, 2025 when a news alert flashed across my screen in Pennsylvania announcing fires threatening the town where we once lived, in southern California. Our first home. To know anything about me is to know how much home means to me. It is a quest, within and … Continue reading The Fire and Home, Take 2
2/22
Christmas of my eleventh year I asked for a stuffed animal. Specifically a grey donkey. I remember getting in bed that night, and my dad coming into my room to say goodnight, asking me what I would name it. We often played name games. Dad is the one who named our cat Hamilton. The donkey … Continue reading 2/22
Two Rocks
We were born saying goodbyeto what we love,we were born in a beautiful reluctance,not quite readyto breathe in this new world,we are here and we are not,we are present while still notwanting to admit we have arrived. stanza from “Cleave” by David Whyte Many times last year I thought about ending my life. I don’t … Continue reading Two Rocks
God Plays Us
When I hear a small scratching sound, I go quickly to the back door, look down through the window to the exterior doormat, and check to see if he is there. When I hear a light knocking sound, I look to the magnetic screen door we installed for him to see if it moves—the way … Continue reading God Plays Us
Si Devi Sognare, Esagera*
After getting up at 5AM for a morning flight out of Rome, I am finally in my Alitalia seat and begin to write over Italian clouds into international skies, through the tiredness into the memory... For the season of turning thirty, I elected to go to New York City for the weekend and have dinner … Continue reading Si Devi Sognare, Esagera*
Walking her home*
It was a regular day. She jumped in the car to go to the courts with us, but a few minutes later when we arrived, she wouldn’t get out of the car. This, in isolation, was not unusual, particularly if the barometric pressure was down. If a storm was either imminent or in process, Z … Continue reading Walking her home*
In the Sun
Growing up in Northern California, winters were long and grey and wet. Thirty degrees was a notable low, “Mommy! It’s freezing!” I would exclaim when we headed south on 101, driving by the digital display of time and temperature, courtesy of Wells Fargo. The novelty of thirty-two degrees equating to freezing fit comfortably for me … Continue reading In the Sun
Poem: On Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving Always a bittersweet time for me Once a favorite for its honesty Family, nourishment, time together, stores closed No presents, little commerce, no pretense But then… dad got sick and turkey didn’t seem so good He left us before the weekend was out And nothing was ever the same again Thanksgiving became shadowed in … Continue reading Poem: On Thanksgiving
What Motivated Me
Yesterday, I attended a writing workshop with the author, Elizabeth Berg. Among the many pieces of wisdom she imparted, she added: put it out there. Write, and then share. For the workshop I wrote the following piece. *** Following the church spire, I drive and then walk around Wakefield, Massachusetts, first settled in 1638, a … Continue reading What Motivated Me
Where I End & She Begins 