Who goes there? — I walk on the Gabrielino trails, prior home-land of the Hahamongna Indians. My senses take in wild buds on bushes, huge striped rock, my black velcroed sneakers stepping around small rocks, leaf shadows on skyscraper trees, path leading to the stream which pours loudly over the little waterfall, then softer…

How often does this happen fellow creatives? — I didn’t know that tonight would be special. What a surprise would be awaiting me at the dinner table. I sit down with one friend to the left and two across the oblong table, still a bit awkward as I’m rather new to this group, having moved to this town…

And can transform yours — Something unexpected happened on “one of those days”. …

Slowing Down —

The beginning of war in Afghanistan — I seem to be an old mother who can’t wail. She’s too far away. I silently watch my sons ripped from me on TV. Though I can’t believe I can really care about these people, theirs, ours, I have enough stress in my life: a “spirited” kid, a complex psyche healing from wounds, clutter, I…

To World Peace — I listen like the words of each chapter are dark chocolate. I hear a new dimension of writing. The audiobook All the Light We Cannot See stirs me. Every inanimate or corporal being in that book sings or smells or touches the senses. The book, based on a true event…

And the Penofgold Award goes to… — Babe, you worked hard on that story of Jeremy —your first love. You searched history of the 60's, showed drafts to your cousin, visualized cheering. I give you an Honorable Mention — 5,000 kisses on both cheeks. I also award your early morning, really early, morning edits. …