Writings
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 […]
Published on June 10, 2020
This, Too, is True.
What is True? I am struggling with this one. Some truths are easier to accept than others. Some are a surprise. Some come upon me, like eyes awakening. A big OH! Like turning a corner and there […]
Published on June 04, 2020
We Keep Her Here
I am witnessing what is happening in my mother’s body. Feet swollen, that step so carefully, on broken glass. As gravity pulls at her back, her head. Come to me, fall into me, it welcomes. Sleep pulls her […]
Published on May 17, 2020
The Gift that is this Virus
Yesterday was a beautiful Saturday in Los Angeles, but it could have been a Thursday or a Monday in these strange times. We sat out on the patio, my sister, my mom and myself. Our mom sat […]
Published on March 21, 2020
Even in the chaos, Beauty Blooms
Walking down the street yesterday, out to take my much needed walk, I spotted this glorious rose in bloom. It struck me that even in the midst of all that we humans are struggling with, […]
Published on March 18, 2020
All That was Left was the Okra
It struck me as oddly bizarre, in these crazy times, to notice that all that was left on the frozen food shelves was the okra. I wish I’d taken a photo. It felt like a snapshot of […]
Published on February 19, 2020
Your Life: Right in Front of Your Face
I told him I’m not the ‘talk every day’ kind of girl. That’s probably an unusual thing for the girl to say. Usually it’s the guy, the guy who doesn’t want to talk every day. “Why? What’s there to […]