July 21, 2020

Recovery

I woke up crying in post-op. The nurse wiped away my tears with a Kleenex. Poor thing, she cooed. The nerve block hadn’t worked. She quickly administered Demerol and Percocet. Within minutes, the sharp pain had retreated into a hazy giddiness. Sweet relief.

Back...

June 3, 2020

Stay in Place. 

Cancel surgery.

Limp.

Chant.

Toilet Paper.

Hand Sanitizer.

Fear.

Chills.

Cough.

Worry.

Wash hands.

Study.

Bike.

Cry.

Zoom.

Facebook.

Funny Memes.

Write.

Shaky.

Frustration.

Instagram.

Buddhist Zoom.

Sing.

Grocery store zombies.

Anxiety.

Shaky.

Wash hands.

Snappy.

Angry.

Garden...

July 24, 2019

Am I the same person on social media as I am in my real life?

I don’t know. Ask my husband. Or my best friends. Ask my Buddhist community. Or my would-be agent, publisher, director. I am the same person – versions – all people- one for each direction. All angles. Bright...

January 3, 2019

Just a quick shout-out to my fellow writing partners, Linda Hill and Joe Gironda!  In 2018, our projects generated buzz...and some awards, too! 

Here's to 2019 - a year filled with generosity, creativity, fun and prosperity!

THE HERO OF THE WORLD - screenplay co-wri...

November 12, 2018

A short story I wrote a long time ago was recently published in The Same. Hope you enjoy the read - and thanks!

https://thesame.blog/2018/10/29/issue-14-5-fiction/

July 24, 2018

What can I say after months away? I'm restless. I've returned. The smoke from the fires in Yosemite fills our nostrils down here by the sea, the wind shifts and then it's the noxious odors from the oil rigs just offshore. That's what the guy at air quality called the s...

February 26, 2018

Last year, I worked on a novel so I lost time blogging. Also, I got married and went to Italy so there is that xo Ah well, here's a little something that seeped through the cracks this morning. Thanks for reading!

Modern Inconveniences

In January, I met a vibrant woman w...

January 17, 2017

The first draft of my essay, A Nice Person, was scribbled in black ink on the white page of a  sketchbook during an in-class exercise at Deena Metger's house in Topanga Canyon in 1999.

Published today in Brevity!

January 5, 2017

Once upon a time, I wrote a short story about an elderly couple who get a second chance at being grandparents. It was all about second chances, do-over's, and cancer, and kidnapping across the West. I liked Vi and Frank. I loved the little kid, Rain. Even their fucked...

August 2, 2016

I am honored to have one of the essays from my new book," True North" featured in Angels Flight Literary West Magazine with some amazing writers including Natashia Deon, Deanne Stillman, Beck Black, and the legendary John Doe.

You can read it here:

TRUE NORTH

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