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Sunrise, Sunset

We sat near the back fence framed by hammered mirrors and garden spiders; she was on her 24th cigarette. She spoke with a thick tongue and sometimes indecipherable accent, but I knew she’d given something away years, most probably decades, ago. She’d come to America in 1999, from Russia, told fast money could be found…Continue Reading

More On Writing, Pt. 1

(Photo taken in New York’s West Village, October 2008) A few months ago, I joined a writer’s coaching meeting that consisted of myself and two other people (who are near and dear to me). The ringleader for this meeting was Paul, who made it very clear that we ARE NOT TO READ OUR…Continue Reading

PROMPTuesday #57: Your Novel

I imagine that every person in the world at one point or another, says, “I should write a book.” Whether it be a how-to parenting guide, a memoir about your life in the circus, or a good old-fashioned murder mystery, we’ve all thought it, right? “I should write a book.” Or maybe you…Continue Reading

This Post is Made With Real Poo

As I may have mentioned, I was recently invited to the San Diego Zoo (thanks, Mel) to preview the new Elephant Odyssey exhibit, and as I also may or may not have mentioned, I don’t know yet how to incorporate “PR” content into my blog, so as I am wont to do, I wondered agonizingly…Continue Reading

Sx and PR

About to get crabs. I’ve had sex with exactly five (5) men in my whole entire life and one of them is my husband. Don’t get me wrong, I was kissually active, having touched lips with probably 8,500.02 males — and that’s in college alone — but I couldn’t “give” myself to someone unless…Continue Reading

Peanut Head

My skull feels like it’s full of packing peanuts and my brain is taped in cellophane and bubble wrap all the way at the bottom of the box. So many peanuts! So much digging! And still right when I think I finger a bubble, it’s just another styrofoam peanut. Why so many peanuts, head? …Continue Reading

PROMPTuesday #56: Touched by An Angel

The below song was inspired by a poem that Stevie Nicks wrote about an… …Well, I’m not going to tell you yet. I don’t want to put premptive ideas in your head. I don’t know about you, but I love imagining a writer at work. Often I picture a silent back bent over…Continue Reading

Snippets of Light

Yesterday, the girls and I walked to the beach. We’ve discovered the most wonderful “secret” passageways leading down to Sunset Cliffs and are spending our time exploring them. There are rusty, rickety metal stairways, cement blocks crumbling into the sea, huge boulders piling the beach, “Do Not Enter” and “Beware” signs, and labyrinth evil…Continue Reading

Jigsaw

Today I’m reminded why do prayers work for some and not for others. Why I’d rather just know, and punch hope. Screw the experimental medicine and the new treatment and the wait and see. Today in December when I knew you would die and you said no you wouldn’t (NO! YOU WOULDN’T!) I saw…Continue Reading

Mom’s Nite Out in a Very Long Nutshell

So the Mom’s Nite Out thing, right? Big news here in San Diego Mommason land for quite some time now, and as such, I’m just itching to show you how it all went down. But first, as I am wont to do, a little self-deprecating textual overview. Let me just say that I…Continue Reading

News Bulletin

Thanks Tonya. My one true self has never been rendered so perfectly. It’s what my brain would look like if I wore it on the outside. I wish I could say I have a San Diego Mom’s Nite Out update just waiting for me to finishing touch it before I post, but that…Continue Reading