Holding space for Love

Clear skies on a beautiful November evening and nearly 70 degrees, I walk along the coast making my way to the pier. More crowded than usual, I am not the only one drawn here to enjoy the unseasonably warm weather. Large snowflake lights strung in rows across Main Street and the Christmas tree waiting for... Continue Reading →

at the end of the day . . .

Light rain falls, red tail lights glow as far as the eye can see, traffic crawls on the 405. A steady low rumble reminds me that I am driving on my spare, a result of a punctured tire the day before. Windshield wipers smear the silty scum across the glass blurring my view, blades need... Continue Reading →

my heart speaks . . .

Entering my house through the back door, I quickly climb the stairs to the second floor. I run through the living room and into the kitchen, stopping at the sink to rinse the remnants of the protein shake from my water bottle. I wipe my wet hands on my shorts, glance at the clock and... Continue Reading →

Finding my way . . .

Driving south on Pacific Coast Highway, the four mile stretch between Sunset Beach and Huntington, I take in the beauty of the wetlands and the ocean. On any given day, I can catch a glimpse of a Snowy Egret, Blue Heron, or Pelicans flying in formation. Dogs run and play on the beach, and more... Continue Reading →

On the right track . . .

Rushing into the train my sister leads the way climbing the stairs to the dining car. Six of us quickly spread out, laying purses and backpacks on the seats to save places for friends who will be joining us as we travel south to Del Mar. Behaving like teenagers, we glance at one another, sending... Continue Reading →

Loving within the lines . . .

I am in avoidance mode. I need to write, but am feeling reluctant, unsure as I ponder topics. This typically happens when there is something percolating deep in my noggin and my heart isn’t ready to visit that truth. I have cleaned toilets, vacuumed, laundered, fluffed and folded, even hung a painting my sister gave... Continue Reading →

All they need . . .

Dump trucks, trash trucks, and excavation equipment lay in the dirt just outside the patio where he last played. There is no mistaking Luca’s house, a little boy lives here. I make my way into the patio where an abundance of trucks and toys are lined up, waiting for their next adventure at the hands... Continue Reading →

Coincidence and courage . . .

My garage door slowly opens and I carefully back my car into the alley avoiding my trash cans.  Making a last minute trip to Trader Joe’s for a couple items before some of my girlfriends arrive for lunch and a beach day, I always manage to forget something.   I smile, so fortunate to hang with... Continue Reading →

In good company . . .

Stripping my bed of its sheets, sorting laundry and stacking books on my night stand, I ignore an empty feeling gnawing at my gut. Menial tasks are always a good distraction. I sit on the edge of my bed, reaching down to unplug my charger and disconnect my phone. I notice an unread message from... Continue Reading →

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