I have less than ten minutes — according to my wrist/hand therapist — to play computer, write a post, or otherwise communicate with my peeps. I got in trouble last week for doing what I thought I was allowed to … Continue reading →

The spoon Some days I think I need nothing more in life than a spoon. With a spoon I can eat oatmeal Or take the medicine doctors prescribe I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill or pound the … Continue reading →

She said: A woman should always have a kitchen with plenty of spoons and bowls; cinnamon and apples. She should have clear space to work and a good recipe book. She should whistle to spread happiness over her preparations.  There … Continue reading →

This is how it works: You inch onto the edge of the world With nothing more than a kite of Trembling words and a slender string. You fling yourself into thin air. Then you write things that desperately Need more than a … Continue reading →

I do backwards Lent.  Instead of giving up something, I ADD something.  That way I’m not obligated to give up my lattes or my evening wine or my foul mouthed ways.  Sweet! This year I’ve decided to add one writing … Continue reading →

    For the umpteenth year in a row, I’ve missed Ash Wednesday and its compulsory ashes heaped upon one’s forehead.  I did, however, manage to consume only one eensy-teensy piece of chicken before remembering it’s a no-meat day for … Continue reading →

Here’s what happened:  I woke up; nothing hurt, at least not much; but I woke up. This morning I counted up the number of surgery scars on my body.  Eleven in all.  Dan says I’m done now with surgeries.  I … Continue reading →

Tomorrow.  Scary Tomorrow.  Arrive at 8:00 a.m.  Check In.  Dress in the gown that opens rudely in the back. Think plump veins.  Close your eyes and turn your head, Praying for the one fat vein that will open and flow … Continue reading →

ACT ONE SCENE 1 (AT RISE we see DAN, handsomely dashing, standing in the middle of the kitchen.  He is fidgeting with an electric screwdriver.  After a few moments, AUBURN, fetchingly beautiful, enters.  DAN sighs. DAN Are you sure we … Continue reading →

  I respect my latte. It warms me; my hands, my throat, my heart. Its foam lingers on my lip, telling all the world it is mine. It doesn’t mind a little biscotti now and then; neither do I. We’re … Continue reading →