Wandering through a vacant house, dust rests on window sills and molding; I kick up ash, even with my tentative steps. A draft from the fireplace helps the ash to pick up speed, swirling, swirling it travels and leads me through a hall. I hear voices, a television in a nearby room. I know this... Continue Reading →
A work in progress . . .
Entering the funeral home, I immediately hear laughter and friendly chatter. There is standing room only as friends and family spill out into the foyer. My mood is lightened; this will definitely be a celebration of life. While I had not seen her in years, she played an important role in my life; colleague and... Continue Reading →
A message from the ocean . . .
Lounging on my bed, one leg stretched, and the other bent creating a space to cradle my laptop, pillows tucked all around me to support my neck and back in a posture that will send me crawling to the chiropractor, this is how I like to write. Close to 2:00am, the ocean reminds me of... Continue Reading →
Golden Windows . . . .
The sun shines on a beautiful summer afternoon. We sit at a small café table, across from one another, leaning in and sharing lunch. He shows me a picture on his phone, embedded in a text from his daughter, a photograph of what appears to be an office or warehouse building, the sunset reflecting in... Continue Reading →
Looking for a sign . . .
My alarm wakes me. I hate alarms. I sweep my hand between the sheets searching for my cell phone. I accidentally knock it to the floor. Hanging my head over the bed’s edge, I spot the familiar glow. I want to hit snooze, but know I will pay dearly for that extra ten minutes. In... Continue Reading →
My Valentines . . .
Evening walk on the beach trail, Santa Ana winds have cleared the sky, stars shine, and the moon hides. Catalina’s silhouette glows in the distance. I glance at the homes across the highway, wondering if my neighbors are enjoying the beautiful view. Elegant pendant lamps catch my eye, and a man tidies his living room... Continue Reading →
Miracles . . .
February 2008 Sitting on the guest room bed in my parents’ home, my mom lays close to me in what has become her bed, the last place she will ever sleep. I hold her hand; gently massage her palm, wrist and forearm. She is resting, eyes closed; her skin golden and smooth bathed in the sunlight that... Continue Reading →
You’ve got mail . . .
The familiar chime on my iPhone calls to me, Look, look right now, RIGHT NOW; you have an email that needs your immediate attention. Mostly spam I know, but I look, sigh and click, delete, delete, delete. More often than not, these messages come from dating sites, E-Harmony, Match or How about We, inviting me... Continue Reading →
My Dad . . .
I think of my dad throughout the day, every day. Memories play like a movie in my head, vivid and beautiful. I rewind, play, rewind, and play again. He is laughing and sharing his wisdom, and sometimes he is filled with sadness. I see him, I hear him and I feel his presence, an energy... Continue Reading →
Bump in the road . . .
Early Sunday morning I drag myself out of bed and stumble toward the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet I rest my face in my hands, massage my aching temples and rate my night’s sleep. Headaches and the need to pee wake me these days. I remember a time when I woke up feeling good, excited... Continue Reading →
