Posts Tagged: life

beautiful things

(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one

beautiful things

(body talk #12) In this life, if we’re lucky, we get to know some bodies, by which I mean get close enough so that they leave a lasting imprint. I’m not talking about sex, although that may certainly be one

An Aha (HahahaWaaah!) Moment

Recently, I have found myself doing something I have no word for. Maybe the word doesn’t exist or maybe I just don’t know it. Perhaps you could help me figure this out. Example #1:   I’m at the park with

An Aha (HahahaWaaah!) Moment

Recently, I have found myself doing something I have no word for. Maybe the word doesn’t exist or maybe I just don’t know it. Perhaps you could help me figure this out. Example #1:   I’m at the park with

self-reflection

I didn’t know what my novel What Would Water Do was about until I finished it.  Because Averil asked, and because of recent conversations with Raina and Josey, I will tell you specifically what I learned.   My writing (at

self-reflection

I didn’t know what my novel What Would Water Do was about until I finished it.  Because Averil asked, and because of recent conversations with Raina and Josey, I will tell you specifically what I learned.   My writing (at

calling crows (#15)

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. My father and I have always lived close by but we’ve never been close. After my parents divorced when I was 6, he remarried and started a new family.  I’d

calling crows (#15)

The other day my 75-year-old father came for a visit. My father and I have always lived close by but we’ve never been close. After my parents divorced when I was 6, he remarried and started a new family.  I’d

room

My family and I live in a small house in a smallish city. Our home was built in 1903 with two stories, wood shingles, and a garage too small for our car. When friends visit from Tokyo or Manhattan, they

room

My family and I live in a small house in a smallish city. Our home was built in 1903 with two stories, wood shingles, and a garage too small for our car. When friends visit from Tokyo or Manhattan, they

sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)

The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter.  This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a

sounds like love (14th log of my friendship with crows)

The other day I heard a crow make a very strange noise, nothing like the usual long caw or the chuck-chuck sound or even the k-k-k-k rattle I’ve heard them utter.  This sound was soft and throaty, melodious, almost a

Enormous Tree

Every year, the Christmas tree gets bigger. When our first daughter was born we got our first tree, a small one we decorated with jewelry and other shiny household whatnots since we didn’t own any ornaments. We didn’t even know

Enormous Tree

Every year, the Christmas tree gets bigger. When our first daughter was born we got our first tree, a small one we decorated with jewelry and other shiny household whatnots since we didn’t own any ornaments. We didn’t even know

Retrograde

* I’m stuck at 7:37; my watch battery croaked.  One of the damn burners on the stove won’t light. When I (finally!) put the pumpkins in the compost, it knocked the shut-off valve for the gas line to the house

Retrograde

* I’m stuck at 7:37; my watch battery croaked.  One of the damn burners on the stove won’t light. When I (finally!) put the pumpkins in the compost, it knocked the shut-off valve for the gas line to the house

The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)

I am a Northern Californian.  Berkeley is in my bones.  I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate.  I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees.  I like people who care enough to

The Big, Easy Surrender (the Thing About New Orleans)

I am a Northern Californian.  Berkeley is in my bones.  I like fecund, overgrown gardens and fog slinking under the Golden Gate.  I like funky cafes, musty bookstores, and trails under redwood trees.  I like people who care enough to

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

I Am Not Your Baby; I Ate Your Baby!

(For Kenyon, on her 11th birthday) When my first daughter Kenyon was born eleven years ago, I knew I was in trouble.  Or I should have known, if I’d read the signs. When the nurse took her over to the

Fathers’ Day

This story is a token of love and appreciation for J on Fathers’ Day, and for all breadwinners who get the job done.  * At first he didn’t mind the commute, even looked forward to having a little cushion between

Fathers’ Day

This story is a token of love and appreciation for J on Fathers’ Day, and for all breadwinners who get the job done.  * At first he didn’t mind the commute, even looked forward to having a little cushion between

Mothers Group (or Euphenasia)

Setting:  Every Wednesday at ten o’clock they meet at Tot Land, a busy kiddy park packed with tricycles, play tables, and a huge mess of discarded plastic toys. Characters: Prudy (a red-headed Brit who hasn’t slept for more than four

Mothers Group (or Euphenasia)

Setting:  Every Wednesday at ten o’clock they meet at Tot Land, a busy kiddy park packed with tricycles, play tables, and a huge mess of discarded plastic toys. Characters: Prudy (a red-headed Brit who hasn’t slept for more than four

liking crows (making friends with crows #7)

Nobody seems to like crows. The other day, a woman came by to pick up her girl from a play-date. When she heard I was interested in crows, she launched a tirade about how crows were murderers of songbirds and

liking crows (making friends with crows #7)

Nobody seems to like crows. The other day, a woman came by to pick up her girl from a play-date. When she heard I was interested in crows, she launched a tirade about how crows were murderers of songbirds and

20 Random Things About Me

  The following list was one of those Facebook questionnaires that was circling around a couple years ago.  I wrote this list shortly after I first started Facebooking, in that honeymoon period when my friends were all people I really knew

20 Random Things About Me

  The following list was one of those Facebook questionnaires that was circling around a couple years ago.  I wrote this list shortly after I first started Facebooking, in that honeymoon period when my friends were all people I really knew

girl screwed by her own naïveté

When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake.  It hung on a small wall at the entrance to a cavernous formal dining room where you could almost miss it: an alleged 1954

girl screwed by her own naïveté

When I saw the painting for the first time I thought it must be a fake.  It hung on a small wall at the entrance to a cavernous formal dining room where you could almost miss it: an alleged 1954

can you imagine?

  CHARACTERS: Player 1: A redhead wearing the short sleeve cashmere cardigan (in heather algae) and cropped matchstick jeans (in white denim) from J Crew.  Player 2: A blonde in a yoga outfit with a golden retriever named Buddha on

can you imagine?

  CHARACTERS: Player 1: A redhead wearing the short sleeve cashmere cardigan (in heather algae) and cropped matchstick jeans (in white denim) from J Crew.  Player 2: A blonde in a yoga outfit with a golden retriever named Buddha on