Recent Entries

• Thank you

  January 28, 2014

  I am grateful to my sister, Teresa, for bringing me here. And to the rest, thank you. Thank you for your words, your stories, your love and friendship. You may not know this (but I suspect you do) that there is a level of communication that lies beyond words, that is more direct, and true.…

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• The journey present

  January 21, 2014

  In these, the days of light and dark, we move in grace towards fulfillment.

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• A warm and tender goodbye

  January 18, 2014

  John would have been proud. Each person who stepped forward talked about some stride forward they had made, some realization gained, some bit of wisdom taken to heart, each affected by the interaction they had had with him. His mother, not sad, but proud, said he was like a beautiful piece of mus...

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• Busy unreality

  January 11, 2014

  S and I walked Max while I let the computer save the video I have been working on. We walked out to the peninsula while the sun was setting. The clouds were that pinkish peach color and looked like the tines of the worlds longest comb. Something about them made me feel wistful, knowing that…

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• 01/07/2014

  January 6, 2014

  This evening as I left work, the sun had set and the storm clouds blowing in from the ocean were glowing red and yellow in the the last throes of the light. Cranes ten stories high were jet black against the clouds and the cargo ships beneath, stacked high with containers, were awash in the…

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• Gnomenclature of family

  December 28, 2013

  The ready smiles and welcoming hugs, the cheerful banter and the I-didn't-know-that-about-you discoveries, the easy laughter and the feeling of home, these are the things I miss and crave at Christmas. We toasted my brother, Thom, and made merry in our own way.

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• A few words about Christmas

  December 23, 2013

  Even as a child I knew it was never about the gifts beneath the tree, though they were tantalizing. There was always something else, something deeper going on. People changed at Christmas, they seemed happier, more tolerant, more gracious. And not just people in my immediate family but others, st...

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• It only hurts when I laugh

  December 21, 2013

  It was finally my turn. I avoided this respiratory bug at work and home for weeks but it finally caught up to me Friday night. It felt like the asthma attacks of my youth, fighting for breath through my tightening lungs, the wheezing, a cacophony of sad, taut, wet notes over my inflamed airways. ...

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• The parade

  December 7, 2013

  Two young girls, maybe 8 or 9 years old, practice cheerleading kicks. They are standing near the middle of the intersection of 2nd Street and Santa Ana Avenue. The median that separates the east- from west-bound traffic of 2nd Street is about three feet wide and filled with all ages of people in ...

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