Late Sunday morning, still in pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the sofa, looking through a dusty storage box for a photograph of my mom. I don’t have a specific one in mind, it’s more of a treasure hunt. I hope to find a photo I haven’t seen in so many years that it feels brand... Continue Reading →
See you in my dreams . . .
I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I don’t get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and ruminate about those things that are large and looming in the darkness and somehow fade away in the light of day. Shuffling to the bathroom I wonder, why are... Continue Reading →
Love is always in season . . .
As we gather to celebrate the season we share our stories. In my own life there are so many reasons for joy; good friends, a close-knit family, my precious grandkids, and a healthy mind, body and spirit. Many people in my life have equally good reasons for joy. Their happiness is my happiness. There are... Continue Reading →
Keep smiling . . .
The mail store is busy and I don’t have much time. I’m hoping they have a computer that can read the contents of a CD I received in the mail yesterday. Honestly, who uses these ancient disks anymore. Looking around it’s not clear who is next in line, or if there is a line. People... Continue Reading →
Watching from the bench. . .
The pier is packed. Spectators six deep watch the finals of the Vans US Open of Surfing below. I wedge myself into the crowd trying to get a glimpse of the last heat. One of the surfers bobs in and out of my view, but I can’t stand on my tiptoes long enough to see... Continue Reading →
Making it last . . .
Love is in the air . . . well not for me, but I’m certainly surrounded by it lately. A few weeks ago I sat under the shade of redwoods and listened to a young couple speak their wedding vows, sharing their love story so beautifully. The following week, sipping wine at a backyard barbecue... Continue Reading →
Mementos . . .
Barefoot, I step on the wooden bead. I grab my foot and rub out the pain in my arch. A few days ago the elastic in my bracelet broke, scattering brown beads all over the dark hardwood floor. Collecting them into a baggie I was bound to miss one. My foot still smarting I pick... Continue Reading →
Hiding in plain sight . . .
We gather around the dining room table, our small, intimate writers group. Sipping tea and coffee, and snacking on popcorn, each of us takes a turn to share our current work. We listen first to a fellow writer read an excerpt from her manuscript, a memoir. Slowly, carefully, she paints a picture with her words.... Continue Reading →
Detours . . .
Bedding and sheets lay neatly folded in cardboard boxes in the corner of the guest room. Gigantic plastic bags stuffed full with new pillows are piled high on the corner chair. Two suitcases packed with the only clothes I own, and a single chair I purchased on sale a few weeks ago are ready for... Continue Reading →
February 1st . . .
My eyelids flutter as sunshine comes into my room. I slowly open them, happy to see a break in the rain. Stretching I reach for my phone to see if Ev has texted me for an early walk, not yet. I scan social media and the first post I see is a beautiful picture of... Continue Reading →
