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When my kids were small I was a full time student. I rushed them to childcare, attended classes all day with care-free twenty-somethings, picked up my kiddos, raced home and then stuffed them with five minutes meals. Bath time was followed by bedtime and all the while I scolded hurry, hurry, hurry! I studied all... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
It’s been over four months since I began writing my blog. I took some time to review my past writing, my growth and my journey. I decided reblog one of my favorite stories. Enjoy the read or the re-read as the case may be. Thank you friends for your continued encouragement and support. New post soon. I promise.
My favorite exercise and escape is walking on the beach. I run across the highway to the trail and am greeted by the sunset. I squint my eyes, take a deep breath and shake off the day. This is my peace. My body quickly finds its rhythm, its pace, and my legs lead the way, allowing my mind to wander.
I think of my parents everyday, on every walk. I can see my mom and I strolling along the shore, usually in winter, picking up sea glass, sand dollars, when we could find them, and unusual rocks and shells. She had a knack for finding unique treasures with interesting textures and colors. I loved that quality in her . . .to find beauty where no one else could, when it wasn’t obvious. I see my dad and I running on the trail together. His pace always pushed me, until he was nearly sixty and then he struggled to keep up with me. I remember one evening we ended the run at his…
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Sitting crossed legged on my sofa, watching what I call crap TV, I pay my bills. It’s my method, my routine. My open wallet lies nearby, and I glance at my driver’s license, a fortune pressed between my picture and the plastic, YOU ARE ALMOST THERE. It’s been there for years, longer than I can... Continue Reading →
A morning of soccer, my body aches. I treat myself to a massage, communal style. A whispering masseuse directs me to my waiting bed, among several others. I sit on its edge, a steaming tub of water soothes my tired feet, calloused and sore. She stands behind me and holds a small patterned apron across my chest as... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 