Not long ago, I was having an email conversation with a friend who was going through some heart ache. My friend told me her story then asked for my thoughts, but not before she apologized for whining.

“You’re not whining,” I said. “You’re hurting out loud… Read full post »

I’ve been too sad lately, it’s been 8 years and I should be over my former husband by now. Everyone wants me to be over it, so that’s how I pretend to be. I miss more than the man, I miss who I was with him. How easy it was… Read full post »

"Whatever colors you have in your mind

I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine."

Wow. The first time I heard those incredible two lines decades ago, I fell in love with Lay Lady Lay. The way Bob Dylan sings, the music, everything about it touches me. Couldn't… Read full post »

Tuesday night I got home from celebrating a friends birthday and found an email from my last boyfriend ("The Pilot" if you're keeping up on my disastrous history).  It was a simple hi how are you. I'm as suspicious of simple as I am of complex. I hadn’t heard from him… Read full post »

For a couple of years I’ve been getting wonderful PM’s. With the death of my father last month I’ve received a lot more and am starting to feel bad. These are kind words sent by caring men and women who simply want to be good to another person. I… Read full post »

This post is about removing calluses and unsightly dead skin from my feet because Linda Seccaspina and fernsy want to read about it. I’m not sure I understand but, okay. I was told by someone very nice the beginning of a piece should tell you where it’s going and other stuff… Read full post »

My grandfather, Mansour Abdel-Sayed Mansour, had an antiques shop in Shepherd's Hotel in Cairo, as well as in the Semiramis Hotel, and in the Khan Khalil Bazaar. During that time Cairo was a travel must for people from all over Europe and the US. His clientele included King Farou… Read full post »

Mountain View, California, 1958 

There is a bubble I live in, sometimes happily, sometimes not.

As terrible as my relationship with my father was, I was proud of his integrity in business and the things he accomplished. Today I learned something new about his life before h… Read full post »

Tonight I feel weak, and mushy, not substantial at all. The day started out okay and I went soft as the hours dragged on. Today I had nothing to do. The TV is on and all the shows have people that seem to be all jagged edges. Hard sharp people… Read full post »

My dad died last Saturday the 18th. He died peacefully and I'm glad for that, prayed with all my heart for it to be painless and am glad it went that way. I keep thinking I should say something to those here who don't know yet,  but what should I… Read full post »

This is not a happy post. If you didn't read my post two weeks ago, my father has congestive heart failure and has home hospice care. What that means is that he's dying, it's horrible for him to feel, and for us to see, and we're all crazy (more than before).… Read full post »

Sitting on the back of the toilet in front of my Missing Persons poster which was hanging in the Tower Records on Hollywood Blvd, a gift from a guy who was working there the day I went to see Toni Basil in the parking lot. Vintage suit and check out the… Read full post »

I haven't been around much, my dad's congestive heart failure has gotten pretty bad. Monday the hospice doctor and social worker came so he can stay in his home. I've been busy with my mom trying to keep her from being completely exhausted, and of course we have all the… Read full post »

When I went to get the mail today a high school couple across the street was holding each other close in a kiss. I kept my eyes down as I collected the trash can and when I glanced again the kiss was over but the embrace lasted. It lasted through me… Read full post »

Softly she went from place to place,

person to person, faceless to face.

Moving her lips but no one hears,

while flitting through their might.  

Endless days bleed into nights, 

fast and slow or left and right.

She's only the… Read full post »

It's snowing here. I woke and the world looked sweetly pretty, like a fairy tale. This will be the first time in a decade I get to see what this much snow looks like in my yard. Out I go with camera and umbrella.

The weather vane is my favorite… Read full post »

Some days I comfort the disturbed, some days I disturb the comfortable. I guess it all depends on whether I'm comfortable or disturbed by my personal observations. 

What would you do if you saw a large dog gorging at the food dish while small starving dogs sat staring… Read full post »

It's been almost a week that I've been back and I've gone to see my mom three times. I see her very differently after missing her during my brief absense. It seems last year my feelings changed a lot. I have been reflecting on it all week and having many insights… Read full post »

This was given to me on  a cassette long ago and though I'm not a fan of country music I could listen to Reba McEntire read The Christmas Guest  over and over again. In fact I do. The last 60 seconds makes tears of joy run down my face. The poem… Read full post »

Well the holidays are officially here and with them my bone deep desire to become cold, to withdraw to the safe place where there is no pain or disappointment. In prying information from my mom, she told me that since I was little I always got depressed and anxious… Read full post »

I read Susie Lindau's wonderful post today titled Anger, Fear or Joy? Light bulbs went off in my head. I suggest you read it because it really got me thinking and not just about writing. As I read and absorbed her thoughts and questions about motivation, answers were popping into my… Read full post »

“Why does God do bad things?” My mom used to ask me that question every time something bad happened to me or someone else in her orbit. “Why Doe? Why does God do these bad things?” And I would sigh.  As if God was some moody Mafia boss in… Read full post »