It would be wise of you to please support this lovely, independent Tecolote Book Shop in Santa Barbara by purchasing a book or two. Tomorrow, they were to host a book-signing event for Curse of the Ninth. When this is all over, I invite everyone to visit the shop. I look forward to celebrating andContinue reading “TECOLOTE BOOK SHOP”
The drone of a plane awakens me out of a peaceful slumber. They’re coming to save us! Like paratroopers landing on the beaches of Normandy. But history shows what happened on D-Day. And there will be casualties of war. I’ve awakened into a bad dream and strain to hear the ghost planes –those ghost riders, phantom fighters my husband heard asContinue reading “GHOST PLANES, GUILT AND GOONEYS”
I see the light through the long, dark antechamber. Some believe Jesus has passed over to be with his Father in heaven. This, what I remember from my teachings at Catholic school. So now what am I to believe as the sun shines brightly on this ‘dark’ Saturday. I want to rejoice even if IContinue reading “HOLY SATURDAY!”
He just kept staring at me like I was some sort of star – like I was Madonna, like he was a bigger fan than my mother.
Remodeling. This is where the surf almost literally meets the sand – where the east coast meets the west coast. This is what will test the Jersey Boy/California Girl solid-as-granite marriage. Eight years ago, after the hot water tank flooded our place with an ocean of water, we moved into this space-challenged condo. As smallContinue reading “Remodeling or Watercolored Blues”
Mi corazon, an ivory-veined granite rock
tossed into the Rio Grande moons ago.
I want to float up, pierce the muddied waters
like a machete and fight for what’s right;
for mis hermanas, but I’m only half, not real.
I want to be one with you, but I’m güera,
I’m fighting my own guerra at home.
Writing? What writing? As I stare at this white paper, empty and yet pregnant with doubts about being a writer, I can only think about my recent past and how I’ve made that my excuse for not writing. Another new year and it seems I’ve lost all seeds of inspiration. If not for pictures,Continue reading “Paper Whites”
Nighttime and behind my eyes it’s dark but the stars still twinkle and spark across the Milky Way backdrop of my eyelids heavy as titanium. I wake to the words: “At first there was light.” As the sun bleeds through the windows of my soul I imagine an asteroid blasting me clear out ofContinue reading “Milky Way Hope”
I’ll be sixty in a week. There I said it! And I can throw myself a pity party if I want to! There’s a lot written about the emotional, spiritual and physical aspects of it all. To that end, I’ve chosen to write specifically about the two goals I’ve set that I must accomplish inContinue reading “Sixty is the New Forty Says the Aging Writer”
They say: Do what you love. I say, I love to write. They say: Write what you know. At my age, that’s a lot, but unfortunately, At my age, there’s also a lot I don’t know. They say: Know what you write. I know to Google things I’d like to write more about. For instance,Continue reading “Why I Write?”