Wreck

My son was in a car wreck last month. He is okay–I find myself having to rush to say that for other people’s benefit as well as my own, as if each time I say the words they stop the nightmare from returning. The nightmare where I wake up sobbing…

I Discovered Secrets, Family, and Promises in My Palm

She took both my hands into hers, looking at them intently before tapping the right one saying, “This one.” Her aged and milky brown eyes traced the lines traveling along my right palm, her fingers gently tracing the life I’ve held there. Finally, finished reading the secrets held in my…

On Writing

I taught English for many years in what I sometimes refer to as my “old life.” I taught writing to 6th graders who were one-part children and five-parts hormonal whirlwinds. I taught writing to 11th graders who were in a lockdown facility who honestly could not care less about roads…

Peaches & Control

Oh I do believe there is no other more seductive word in the world than “control”. I love to be in control — of myself, the environment, of situations around me.  I need control in order to function. Much of this has to do with my personality.  Much has to…

Five Ways to Bust Your Way Through Writer’s Block

When you know that an unknown audience will potentially read your writing, inspiration can suddenly shut down. I only have about six consistent readers and it can be hard to silence the inner critic that will sometimes take up residence in my crown chakra. Here are five things I’ve learned…

Life, Enough

If my life turned out the way I wanted when I was younger I would have been blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-boobed and pale-skinned like all the other Southern California robots I grew up.  I love my brown hair and eyes, and I love my tan that never goes away.  As a…