To blog or not to blog; that had been the question I’d been asking myself for the past year and a half. Sadly, whether it was conscious or unconscious, I had chosen not to blog. For that omission, I owe my audience an apology. From this day forth, however, I will...
Life Imitating Art “Are you listening to Gary and Shannon?”my husband breathlessly asked when he called me last week, referring to a radio show on our local talk-radio channel in Los Angeles, KFI. “They’re talking about a woman in Texas with almost the exact story as...
Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder. -Rumi Attila the Hun Lives! I’ve been agitated lately about one thing or another, but nothing in particular. Nothing I can put my finger on. That is, until very recently. That’s when I...
Surviving Random Acts I survived a fairly violent 4-vehicle traffic accident recently as I was en route to my bimonthly West Coast Swing Dance in Long Beach. I got hit on the right front side of my SUV by another, smaller SUV traveling at about 60 m.p.h. What does...
Search for Sagacity When I was a young adult, I looked forward to getting older because I wanted to be as knowledgeable and wise as my parents’ generation. Seriously. I could listen for hours on end to my parents’ and their friends’ life stories: their experiences...
Evil and Violence Never have I sat down to create fiction with the intention of writing happy, fun and lighthearted prose. Never. But don’t misunderstand me. I am not a morose person seeking to transmit my melancholy onto paper as a cathartic exercise, as if by doing...
