Good Friday, always cloudy as Jesus hangs dying on the cross. I wonder now if tomorrow never came, would he still rise on Sunday? Would there be a second coming if the human species disappeared behind the clouds (except for the survival of the fittest, the survival of the richest)? But if the species wereContinue reading “GOOD FRIDAY iCLOUDS”


I listen to the rain falling steadily all night long – the caprice of the gods or the tears of angels? Raining it seems for 40 days and 40 nights or since the beginning of the Corona. Water gushes in from a crack in the ceiling. The community pool overflows. The tennis court is flooded.Continue reading “FLOOD IN THE TIME OF CORONA”


Dear (I’ll not give you power by speaking your name), My life is in ruins and you are to blame. You’re the excuse I give for not accomplishing my goals,  the reason my book bombed before it soared.  And it’s because of you, I’m so freakin’ bored. You’re the reason for my miscarriages,  my financialContinue reading “FATTENING THE CURVES or DEAR YOU WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED”


In response to 45s hopes for Easter and Lt. Gov. Dan Patrick’s (Texas) call for seniors to sacrifice themselves in order to save the American Economy   Grandpa and I have eight grandchildren  whom we simply adore and so in exchange for keeping America strong, we are willing to sacrifice for the children. Therefore, on HolyContinue reading “GRANDMA GOT NAILED BY THE EASTER BUNNY”

The Russians are Coming! The Russians are Coming!

Growing up in the 60’s, every time I heard a plane fly over, I cowered. Had the Russians finally crossed into our skies? My paranoia soared. Was this the first time I’d heard some fake news. “The Russians are Coming! ” is a phrase from 1949 attributed to United States Secretary of Defense James Forrestal who added,Continue reading “The Russians are Coming! The Russians are Coming!”

Did My Poem Influence Costner’s Career?

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.


        I used to look for signs, beg for signs. I talked to the moon, the stars, the setting sun. I looked for green flashes on the horizon. I listened to cooing doves, watched lingering hummingbirds, marveled at dancing dolphins. Looked for all of life’s metaphors. When I hear that during surgeryContinue reading “ANGELS GATE”

Scary Times for Men

Christine woke up from a nightmare in an Alaskan Best Western, before realizing she wasn’t dreaming. “This is a very scary time for young men in America,” the man in the t.v. blasted.   She hadn’t come far enough north. So she unplugged, strapped on her big red hiking boots (the better to kick with) and escapedContinue reading “Scary Times for Men”

Fish Tacos

Mom was always quite blunt, unapologetic and didn’t mince words. She’d said a couple of years ago, “What are you waiting for? I sure hope you get published before I die.” (I’d given her a copy of the manuscript. She loved it so much she mailed me an advance of $100.00!) In this photo, myContinue reading “Fish Tacos”