What if someone (let’s say Pee Wee Herman, for kicks) told you that you could travel back to any time and place? I pondered this question for a few minutes and toured just a few of the almost endless possibilities…. Read More ›
I Remember When
Second Helping of Liebster Award
In the second installment of the Liebster Award, I now turn to the first three of my nominator’s questions (Read Tom Lucas): 1. If you were a cereal box mascot, which one would you be? For me, milk is a… Read More ›
The Field Across the Street
We simply called it the field. It was the vacant plot across from our house, just off Alta Mira. We’d say, Hey we’re going to the field. She’d tell us, Watch for cars. In the field, our curiosity fueled imaginations… Read More ›
Miss Quito Was Here
We swatted in a midnight haze at a mosquito with a familiar craze. Could it be the same one that punished us for my excessive limoncello session the eve before our wedding? Same place, more or less,… Read More ›
Stream of Words
Stream of conscious. Streams are a conscious thought, now. I used to collect tadpoles with my brother. I used to pretend the lazy water turned into rapids and my tadpoles were saved from impending death-by-rock-and-water. Just maybe, I saved them…. Read More ›
“The Road of Excess Leads to the Palace of Wisdom”
William Blake, the source of the title quote, was onto something about excess. But sometimes, I just don’t get it. My hotel room this week in the Bay Area was not exactly three star, yet it had a phone… Read More ›
The Kreativ Blogger and Versatile Blogger Awards
There is a whole lot of awards going on, and lucky for me I can join the ranks though a very kind, and unexpected, nomination for The Kreativ Blogger and The Versatile Blogger awards. The friendly tip of the cap… Read More ›
Conflicted Opinion: What is the What (Dave Eggers)
I must have been about eight or nine when I ate too many cinnamon cheerios and up-chucked all over the back of my Mom’s blue and white van. The manufacture and production of that cereal had to be the handy work of the devil; even if… Read More ›
Vanity, Definitely my Favorite Shin
I remember when I used to fold my Jimmy Z’s into a neat line, with a raised knot, right above obnoxiously thick white socks. You know, it was the 80’s and “the fold” plagued playgrounds from one valley to the… Read More ›
The Nighttime is the Write Time
I’m not really a morning person, as hard as I try it’s just not me. I prefer the night (Let’s Talk about the Birds and the Owls), it’s the time to write. I guess it’s against my nature to fall… Read More ›
