Writings
Published on March 11, 2021
Capturing the Rain
As of this morning, March 11, we’ve had a scattering few days of rain here in Southern California. I check the weather forecast regularly starting in November, which is supposed to be the beginning of our […]
Published on March 10, 2021
I Can’t Fail
They say that each project we undertake has an energy, a soul of its own. A bit like marriage. There is me, there is you, and there is Us. As I start on this journey, this new […]
Published on March 06, 2021
My Artist and Me
My Artist is sitting in an armchair sipping a cup of tea. Her legs are curled up under her and there is a cozy yellow blanket piled on top. She is watching her sweet Girl wriggle and […]
Published on February 26, 2021
Love Song to Body
I haven’t washed my hair in weeks, haven’t brushed my teeth in days, feeling that film under my tongue. I smell my armpits when I raise my arms. And I like it. The animal in me […]
Published on January 05, 2021
Company of Stars
I am here, at the crack of dawn, doing this thing. It is simply deciding, choosing. To set the alarm, Get out of bed, Sit down with pen and paper, To be here, doing this […]
Published on November 25, 2020
The Journey Home
On an altar of white silk we placed her body. She is that now, a body. We dressed her in a vibrant pink and orange dress she used to wear when she sang. We surrounded her with flowers, […]
Published on September 17, 2020
Underneath the Noise of Her Leaving
What is this feeling? It is joy, it is pleasure, it is fun. It is lightness. Free from worry and resentment and sorrow and anger. It is a sparkle of sunlight in a thick fog. […]
Published on September 07, 2020
We Are Enough
We are the blending in. The eyes lowered shut and the shoulders bent in and our curves covered over. We blend in small, we blend in quiet, we blend in soft, we blend in good. […]
Published on August 24, 2020
Another Bridge
Don’t look too far ahead. At the tsunami headed our way. Don’t look up from the path in front, the next footstep in front. Watch out for rabbit holes and landmines, They are everywhere as […]
Published on June 17, 2020
Puppet on a String
She is like a puppet on a string, my Mother. “It’s time to wake up, Ma.” Even as she lies blissfully asleep, comfortable, free of pain or sorrow. But her diapers are soaked and there’s the smell […]
