I gratefully spent a few days at the sea this past week. So much to look back on and to write about. First some time with good long-time friends, sharing a place up north of Bodega Bay, off Wright’s Beach. A wonderful quiet time of good cheer. Then I drove down to Santa Cruz, music …
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Hey, Rob!
Today is my son’s birthday. My first born. We were living in Monterey back then, just up the street from the US Navy Language School. My husband Dave worked at a supermarket and attended junior college. We had a tiny duplex apartment close to the parks, Monterey Peninsula College and the sea. It was a …
No Need to Bow
I opened my email the other day, and courtesy of a meditation group I follow, I was given a task to do: for every letter of the alphabet, write down something that you are grateful for. At first glance, I balked What the heck my next thought was Okay, let’s do this. I …
Micrófono Abierto Bilingüe con Chocolate
I moved from San Francisco to Napa CA in 2009 to take a new job. I wasn’t looking forward to living in what I thought of as a white-bread community. I soon realized how ignorant I was. I chose a working class neighborhood in which to make my home and eventually became active in the …
Headbanger in Paradise, Part 4
CONTINUED FROM Headbanger in Paradise, Part 3 Posted on 12/3/2016 It was warm where we sat in the day hall, sunlight streaming through the windows onto my assessment sheet. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Frank.” “Where are you?” He looked out the bank of steel-framed windows holding yhe world outside in a giant …
Headbanger in Paradise, Part 1
“Headbanger in Paradise” was originally published in its entirety in Untold Stories: From the Deep Part of the Well. 2016 Redwood Writers Anthology, Roger Lubeck, Editor. September 2016. I’m choosing to publish it here in four parts. Stay tuned for later segments. KT Visitors are rare here. On admittance, our patients generally see that …
…and the Cubs Win!
I was over at my daughter and son-in-law’s house this morning, keeping an ear out for my 4-year-old grandson playing in the next room. My fingers paused on the laptop keys as I waited for the creative juices to kick in. Please kick in. I wanted something fresh and funny for the upcoming open mic. …
Write On!
We writers, all of us, and our readers, sometimes take our words for granted. If I know one thing, I know how much our words matter. Each and every word, whether it’s surrounded by thousands of others in a book, or part of 140 characters in a tweet. Our words have the power to show …
Missing….
Every once in a while, when I’m out somewhere, I look up to see somebody – someone I love and miss – walking across the park or a parking lot or a street somewhere. My heart skips a beat, or three. I take a second look, knowing that person can’t possibly be in front …
No Means Everything. Parts 1 & 2
A story in 4 parts. Part One It was 1967. Iris lived with her mom and brothers on the California side of South Lake Tahoe. If you were standing in her room, you’d have heard any combination of rock and roll blasting the airwaves, including, but not limited to the Beatles, Paul Anka, Connie Francis, and …
Writer Paints 