Angelina

Chapter 1 Song and Dance   “Papa, is Zia Lita a witch?”Angelina asks quietly, but not quiet enough. The afternoon meal eaten out back at the summer table is a noisy family affair. Angelina’s question stops the chatter. Next to Papa, Mama’s tiny hands stop in mid air along with the forks and spoons of …

To Be Read

I write. I have not been published in a traditional way. So, I am going to do something. It requires vulnerability. Vulnerability. Even the word is big and trips on my tongue. I am sure there will be many who will scoff and scorn, but I have finally reached that moment in life where I …

Curiosity is Not Courage

I’ve been writing. And I’ve come to understand the importance of writing every day. You risk losing the flow of writing in the absence of the daily current. In re-reading this script, well, it, the story feels choppy, kind of like riding through river rapids. It can be exhilarating, but you can also get off …

Pride and Prejudice

Saturday, Ciera and I watched Pride and Prejudice for her birthday. My girls and I kind of like that movie. It went along with what I’ve been thinking a lot about lately. This thing called love. And I readily admit I am a little slow on the uptake so forgive me, but…. My thoughts begin …

I’m Sorry…

I realize I’m a little slow on the uptake. I actually believe what everyone says to me. It is later, as I begin to dissect the conversation that I realize something does not ring true.  Or sometimes you have to hit me over the head. Take for instance, apologies.  It took me years to realize …

Want to Get There

On one of my computer screens I have a picture of a road that disappears into tuly fog. It reminds me of traveling to the mountains in California along Jack Tone Road or headed south toward Corcoran. Sometimes, not very often, we became shrouded in tuly fog.  It was thick and clearly dangerous for travelers. …

The List

Sometimes I feel the only thing coming out of my mouth are the negative thoughts tumbling in my head. Often those thoughts roll and merge until I don’t even notice the blue of the sky or my eyes that are still able to see it, if I just would stop, breath and see it all. …

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