I’ve been gone from Ventura County for almost thirty years but will never forget Ojai’s legendary Pink Moments there. The Shangri-La-ish...

Six months between cataract surgeries (don’t ask) and I wear a contact on one eye during the day and read at night without the contact...

Never paid much attention to Galentine’s Day, although I adored Amy Poehler’s Leslie Knope character on Parks and Recreation. Galentine’s...

Connie and I sat next to each other, both with coffee in hand, just before the workshop on writing articles for magazines started at ten...

Who doesn’t love the Impressionists? Those light-filled, loosely brush-worked, fleeting-moments kind of rock star artists who together...

Join me at the San Diego Memoir Writers Association where I'll be talking with a dynamic panel of local authors to discuss our process -...

There is a strong possibility it will never come to life. I have big-time doubts. It has completed the embryonic stages. And is out of my...

"Sweet and Sour" Yep, that's what I wrote about. The submission instructions - unpublished fiction or nonfiction narratives based loosely...

At the exact moment Joseph R. Biden Jr. was pronounced president of the United States, an ample and jolly forty-something health care...

Half way through my first cup of coffee, a text from my daughter. "Mom, how come you didn't tell us?" Weeks ago, a charming and gifted...

Another writing effort put out there in the pandemic... Each year, San Diego Writers Ink publishes an anthology of curated works. A...

I love this powerful statement about love from an essay by Ottessa Moshfegh. So yeah, love - what is it? Does it start in the mind or the...

End of August. How unjust. September looms. Summer’s doom. Out, out damn Dahlias, lavender wands, lemonade with mint. Au Revoir my floppy...

Summer of orange Valencias outside my window Fruit of inspiration Fragrance swirling in the air My book in blossom Everything orange Days...

I devoured my book club’s recent selection, So Long, See You Tomorrow, an artistic novella which was described several years ago as “one...

and as the creepy boys in sixth grade loved to chant, "She's not a poet, but her feet show it-they're longfellows." Was that bullying? I...

“Many kinds of fruit grow upon the tree of life, but none as sweet as friends; as with the orange tree its blossoms and fruit appear at...

I wrote that question two years ago about this time when we were mired in the pandemic and strangely unsettled about the future. The...

It’s midway through the third month of shelter-in-place and strangely, this surreal stage play has become normal. And just as that has...

“Did you ever sleep in a field of orange-trees in bloom? The air which one inhales deliciously is a quintessence of perfumes. This...