Category: Musings

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 […]

Aging
Dying
Grief
Musings
Revelations

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, […]

Creativity
Garden Journal
Grief
Musings

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 […]

Creativity
In Between
Musings
Revelations
Writing

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 […]

Creativity
Moments of Mindfulness
Musings
Revelations

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 […]

Aging
Creativity
In Between
Musings
Poetry

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.   […]

Creativity
Moments of Mindfulness
Musings
Revelations

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 […]

Aging
Dying
Musings

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 […]

Aging
Dying
Musings
Snapshots

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 […]

In Between
Musings
Snapshots
Transformation

Published on July 01, 2019

We Have Come to the End

So, we have come to the end of “Widows Anonymous.”  And what a wild ride it was.  But as I woke up this morning, with nothing on my to-do list for the show, I wondered, how do […]

Musings
Theater
Widows Anonymous