Category: Musings
Published on April 24, 2025
Monday Musings – One True Thing
‘One true thing.’ That’s a prompt a friend of mine shares when we are stuck in our writing. When things feel forced or just a little bit off. Like a note that is close, but not […]
Published on April 07, 2025
There Be Dragons
There Be Dragons is the story of a woman who fell off the edge of the world… and how she found her way home. The title of the book is based on the old belief that the […]
Published on March 18, 2021
Ode to Bobcat
On Sunday morning I let my cat out the front door. Later that afternoon, I heard him yowling in the backyard to come in. I opened the door and was surprised to see he was limping, unable […]
Published on March 12, 2021
It Aint No Fairytale
Once upon a time, there was a girl who met a boy. They got married and had a child and lived happily, give or take, for a long time. Then one day, in the middle of May, […]
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 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 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 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 […]
