Even in California it feels like winter. Heavy rains, blistering winds, surf advisory, and short days. I sleep more. I eat more. I stay inside. My home is my hide… Read more It is Winter →
I’ve always been interested in dressing up, putting on masks, and playing with dolls and puppets. To be someone else, either through acting or through writing. But hey, am I… Read more A Strong Sense of Self →
I wrote today on my novel about a small town and its inhabitants. I have written chapters, trying to move forward in sequential order. Now, I’m writing vignettes on the… Read more Serendipity →
Yesterday I read old journals from the 90’s. At that time, my partner and I owned a French dinner restaurant and our three children were then teens and one pre-teen. We were busy! Busy with homework, the children’s sports and dance attendance, and especially with running a restaurant. Overwhelming. Mostly because we wanted to be successful, with both the restaurant and with our kids. My parents were involved. They and two other couples helped us with our start capital. It all seemed great and real; after all, my partner was… Read more Writing with Patience →
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