I see the light through the long, dark antechamber. Some believe Jesus has passed over to be with his Father in heaven. This, what I remember from my teachings at Catholic school. So now what am I to believe as the sun shines brightly on this ‘dark’ Saturday. I want to rejoice even if IContinue reading “HOLY SATURDAY!”
He just kept staring at me like I was some sort of star – like I was Madonna, like he was a bigger fan than my mother.
Writing? What writing? As I stare at this white paper, empty and yet pregnant with doubts about being a writer, I can only think about my recent past and how I’ve made that my excuse for not writing. Another new year and it seems I’ve lost all seeds of inspiration. If not for pictures,Continue reading “Paper Whites”
Mom was always quite blunt, unapologetic and didn’t mince words. She’d said a couple of years ago, “What are you waiting for? I sure hope you get published before I die.” (I’d given her a copy of the manuscript. She loved it so much she mailed me an advance of $100.00!) In this photo, myContinue reading “Fish Tacos”
Wearing my running shoes and favorite stretch pants, I was almost ready as I drove across the valley, still groggy and with a cup of coffee in hand. But when I arrived at the Universal Studio train station and then circled the parking lot, it became clear I wasn’t going to find a spot. IContinue reading “I GOT WOKE”
La sangre atrae and we will no longer be silent. “Agave Blues” is a semifinalist! https://filmfreeway.com/festival/TheCarmesi
https://www.amazon.com/Seeking-Refuge-John-Stark-ebook/dp/B01N4NF9O3/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1484943314&sr=8-8&keywords=seeking+refuge Today, when you’re thinking about marching north to the farthest regions to live amongst an indigenous people in the frozen Arctic, perhaps you’d like to read a book about a man who did. “Seeking Refuge,” by John Stark and Ruthie Marlenee. Available on Amazon.
Resembling little angels in our virginal mantillas like halos over Shirley Temple curls, my fair-haired BFF Cindy and I paced in the foyer of Our Lady of Guadalupe Church in our spotless white dresses. “It’s time. Are you scared?” I whispered to Cindy, her blue eyes wide. Then I let go of her hand. IContinue reading “SAINT RUTHIE”