Featured in Vibrant Nation “Why do you feel compelled to tell everyone your story?” a friend asked after reading my memoir-in-progress posts. I was unsure if she… Read more “Memoir Writing. Narcissistic or a Gift?”
Category: Family
The Christmas Queen’s Crown Rests
When I try to remember the best Christmas ever, it’s impossible. It’s not that I never had a best Christmas ever. But no single memory explodes into smiling… Read more “The Christmas Queen’s Crown Rests”
Hungry For The Warrior Woman
Also seen in SLO New Times & Santa Maria Sun On an August afternoon 36 years ago, my world flipped upside down. I was 27 years old, mother… Read more “Hungry For The Warrior Woman”
Plant Joy. Harvest Peace.
At times I sense a deliberate effort by others to force us into a funk that’s frothed with anger and fear. Bad vibes. Pile on our daily… Read more “Plant Joy. Harvest Peace.”
Is My Chili Good Enough to Win a Competition?
Promise. This is the last of my question blogs. I intended posting three separate question-blogs to stir up some social heat. The third question eluded me–although the… Read more “Is My Chili Good Enough to Win a Competition?”
If I Were Gay, Would I Be Equal To Others?
I’ve been thinking about being gay. I’ve been thinking about what if the absolute love of my life was a woman. I’ve been thinking about gay/lesbian couples… Read more “If I Were Gay, Would I Be Equal To Others?”
Remodeling Dysfunction’s Murderous Stink
I grew up in dysfunction. I smell dysfunction’s stink in an instant. As an adult, some of the dysfunction from my childhood stuck. Several tragedies later, I recognized my behavior and how my behavior hurt others. My stinky self begged for a remodel. (It remains a work in progress.)
A Murdered Man’s Ghost
Before we knew that the young man who lived behind our home was apparently murdered, weird vibes wafted through my back yard, which directly links to the… Read more “A Murdered Man’s Ghost”
Behind a Murdered Man
I wasn’t shocked when a sheriff pulled into my driveway Sunday afternoon—a magnificent Sunday afternoon colored with a blue that only the Pacific Ocean can conjure underneath… Read more “Behind a Murdered Man”
Brian Wilson’s Songs Of My Life
“Are you going to the prom?” a high school friend asked me on a warm May afternoon in 1966. In the background, Brian Wilson’s perfect falsetto crooned,… Read more “Brian Wilson’s Songs Of My Life”
The Muse Pallet 