Coffee date, soon . . .
When you are loved by a writer eventually, she is going to write about you. It could be in a book or a blog post, or…
When you are loved by a writer eventually, she is going to write about you. It could be in a book or a blog post, or…
I receive an email from my publicist, Jori. She has attached the back cover copy for my upcoming memoir. I recognize the words; I had written…
There is a lot happening over here at Bare Naked in Public. If you are a long-time follower, you know I’ve spent the last six years writing…
There was a time when airplanes, elevators and crowded places caused my anxiety to flare. I opted out of air travel, took the stairs, and steered…
Original Post: December 21, 2014 The holidays always heighten that empty, something is missing kind of feeling. As busy as I am with work, wrapping up a…
A summer storm has interrupted the predictable sunny days of August in Southern California. My bedroom window wide open, the curtain pulled aside, I lay on…
My grandson Luca sings along to Twenty One Pilots’ Stressed Out as I drive. I pick him up after school every Tuesday, giving his mom a…
Somewhere between sleep and waking, I float in the periphery of a sweet dream. I want to stay here soaking up its warm light, but the…
Grief . . . There is no escaping it. All of us will experience a big loss in our lifetime, most of us already have. If…
I warm my hands on the doubled up paper cup of steeping tea, and people watch. Two young men discuss yesterday’s surf over coffee. The bearded…