Nobody ever said the most beautiful smile I’d ever see would come from me. You may ask, as do I, how can that be? It’s true. I can feel my smile warm the room, happiness leaping from the creases in… Read More ›
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A Letter In Trees
After a five minute hike through fairly dense woods in Santa Barbara, I found a climbable rock and pulled myself up to its flattest surface. I shielded the sun that poked through the meadow’s canopy and settled onto the cool, biased, granite…. Read More ›
I Know You Are but What Am I?
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 ›
In Memory of My Sister (Four Years)
Just this morning, I skipped a day to get to where I stood at the steps of the Opera House. I had approached from Darling Harbour and stared into the glare of the sun, the sky comically blue and the… Read More ›
Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes – A Tribute to Mom
In this week’s writing challenge, we are to write a post using three photographs for inspiration. As I scrolled through the photographs, it was very easy for me to choose A Tribute to Mom by Cardinal Guzman, three beautiful images that… Read More ›
Knock on Love
I was determined to write something – anything – today. It didn’t matter if it was a strong piece, or if it was a short story, poem, or even a knock-knock joke without a punch line. I was going to… Read More ›
The Sticks You Left Behind
They place sticks above me, one at a time. Lifeless twigs, dry and brittle like the suit they dressed me in. It’s my family, my friends. And you. They let gravity pull the sticks towards me. A subtle bundle of… Read More ›
Bread Crumbs and Airports
Airports are a feeding frenzy for perspective seekers. I love airports. I do. Always have. Terminals pulse, day or night, and the tingling vibrations that match the flickers of the fluorescent lights always remind me that I’m going somewhere. It… Read More ›
Taking Stock in Our Kitchen
I’d like to think when Aunt Helen said “if you’re not cooking, get out of the kitchen,” a special exclusion applied to me. Me. I wasn’t even tall enough to see down into the treasured stockpot filled with my Nonni’s… Read More ›
Hawai-I Do
I can’t remember all the details, which is a shame. It was a week for the ages, a celebration of a commitment between two wonderful friends, an elation of the union we were actually part of, in a small way,… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 