GHOST PLANES, GUILT AND GOONEYS

The drone of a plane awakens me out of a peaceful slumber. They’re coming to save us! Like paratroopers landing on the beaches of Normandy. But history shows what happened on D-Day. And there will be casualties of war. I’ve awakened into a bad dream and strain to hear the ghost planes –those ghost riders, phantom fighters my husband heard asContinue reading “GHOST PLANES, GUILT AND GOONEYS”

Holiday Guests or As 2019 Swirls Down the Drain

My New Years’ Resolution is to get a second bathroom before the next holiday season!   Sneaking in a moment for ourselves, What could be more metaphorical Than the overflowed tub Or the near-severed thumb? Bath water cascades over the rim Blood dances onto the new parquet To fraternize with the warm water Oozing underContinue reading “Holiday Guests or As 2019 Swirls Down the Drain”

ANGELS GATE

        I used to look for signs, beg for signs. I talked to the moon, the stars, the setting sun. I looked for green flashes on the horizon. I listened to cooing doves, watched lingering hummingbirds, marveled at dancing dolphins. Looked for all of life’s metaphors. When I hear that during surgeryContinue reading “ANGELS GATE”

Remodeling or Watercolored Blues

Remodeling. This is where the surf almost literally meets the sand – where the east coast meets the west coast. This is what will test the Jersey Boy/California Girl solid-as-granite marriage. Eight years ago, after the hot water tank flooded our place with an ocean of water, we moved into this space-challenged condo. As smallContinue reading “Remodeling or Watercolored Blues”

Paper Whites

  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”

I GOT WOKE

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”

I Murdered a Cricket

I murdered a cricket. It wasn’t premeditated. It began about a month ago. But perhaps, I should back up a couple of years and talk about the loud-barking, paw-stomping labradoodle upstairs that started out as a puppy. Now, it’s as big as a horse and when it’s not galloping back and forth across the hardwoodContinue reading “I Murdered a Cricket”