Early in this new year, I resolve to take a walk on a quiet byway down to a river. On my way, I’ll find a stick dry enough to snap from its source and large enough to see at a distance. When I reach a bridge, I’ll walk halfway across and lean over the downstream… Read More

Well, another year has rolled over and threatens to play dead. Congrats to all who survived to read this —you’ve lived long enough to cross into the netherworld between the second and third year of our worldwide pandemic. We haven’t lost too many friends. Most of us believe epidemiologists who deny that the wonder vaccine… Read More

I love to laugh. Most of us love to laugh. Laughter is the crazy glue of existence. As a kid, my friends and I could make each other laugh until we rolled in convulsions on carpets, lawns, beaches, or hayfields. I remember building circles of out-of-control giddiness that, if interrupted, puzzled teachers and parents. We’d… Read More

Maybe male chauvinism had forced Lily and Carmelita to become the better monopolists. Read More

“It may not come when you want it / But it gets you there right on time.” Read More

I spend time inundated by regret. I spend = and opposite time beset by anticipatory dread, a phrase taught me by JE. I am happy to be free of JE. I sadly miss JE. Freedom. Loss. Regret for the past, dread for the future. But wait! I can be here now. Zip! No regrets. No… Read More

I live on a cul-de-sac in the less extravagant environs of the HOLLYWOOD hills. Although the neighboring street rushes with traffic, our dead end remains quietly Mediterranean with its cypress trees and terra-cotta tiled roofs. In fact, the little street is so insignificant, we don’t have street-cleaning days, leaving only the 72-hour limit that applies… Read More

Mist. Mist outside my window... Read More

How do you remember what you never forgot? Read More

I look back along the gently curving corridor of my life... Read More