Writings
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 29, 2020
I Choose
Snapshot – 3/28/2020 What if I allowed myself to just BE? To let go of all the doing, the grocery store runs, the incessant hand washing, the frantically checking of the numbers, growing, faster and faster. Click. […]
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 […]
Published on January 12, 2020
My Own Buddha Belly
We sat in a circle this past Saturday as part of RED, a creative community for women. It was our first meeting of the new year, and the invitation was to put our hands on different […]
Published on November 04, 2019
Story of a Ring
He told me the diamond was Montana mined, found in the mighty mountains of Montana. I’m not sure if that was true, but I loved the thought of it. He gave it to me one night, slipped […]
Published on October 01, 2019
Vital
Slow muscles. Vital. Tiny muscles. Vital. Talking to you. Vital. In a new way. Vital. Finding the way. Vital. Finding the words. Vital. This way, a different way. Vital. From the heart. Vital. From the […]
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Topography
It is a leg, pale white, with golden hairs glowing in the stark lamp light. I touch her skin. I feel the goose pimples of her flesh and am intrigued by the 3 dimensionality of […]
Published on September 16, 2019
“Minding Mama” – a performance piece
What if I didn’t have to worry about what people would say about this new piece, “Minding Mama“? What if I didn’t concern myself with judgement about being a good daughter, a loving daughter? What if I […]
