Creativity is a value in my home. I foster, nurture, and develop the creative urge in my children every day (quite possibly to ward off any chance that they will languish uncreatively in soulless jobs as I many people I know have done.) I firmly believe that we are all creative. I also believe…Continue Reading
Etcetera
Sunday’s Playlist
If my emotions were mapped today, this would be the topography. Darlin’ Do Not Fear/Brett Dennen Circle/Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians Kindly Unspoken/Kate Voegele In My Own Mind/Lyle Lovett Myriad Harbour/The New Pornographers Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games/Of Montreal Diamonds On the Soles of Her Shoes/Paul Simon Silver Lining/Rilo Kiley…Continue Reading
Plumbing
electric fingers, worn by silver move me forward, will I hear a whisper spent as light in near dawn, spirals she limps, then settles sits in blonde wood acclimated to cold peeks through the porthole, spider glass pipes of light I would collect and – forget, unbidden in deep pockets padded,…Continue Reading
People Peek: Angel Among Us
This is “Angel.” He’s 55 years old. Or, 85. He wanted me to guess. Throughout his adult life, which either measured about 30 years, or 60, (I’m still deciding), Angel was an insulation contractor, a cleaning business owner. a Hollywood actor, songwriter, entertainment agency CEO. and…whew! isn’t that enough? Now, Angel works for…Continue Reading
Park and Slide
Every Friday, I join my Moms’ Meetup group at Point Loma’s Liberty Station park. This is a new and well-kept park tucked behind a large grassy area, and south of the bay (although it could be north, east or west? I’m horrible at directions, I just like how it sounds when I pretend to know).…Continue Reading
Thank You, God
As I was finishing up the last post, Alexa came up to me. “I’m stunked,” she said. Thinking she meant “stumped,” I corrected her. “No, stunked,” she insisted. “It’s a Spanish word I made up for tired.” That kid’s perfect.
Thursday’s Test
Sunlight makes it through the thickest of branches. Thursday didn’t come easy. Alexa’s down with a sinus infection and the rest of us are battling runny noses and general crankiness. And here I am: squirreled away in a dark corner of the kitchen to write a few lines. I started a poem, but thought:…Continue Reading
Hair Cut Short, The Prequel
Me now. But also then. Except for the crow’s feet and the nasolabial folds. Also? My laser eye vision wasn’t fully developed. I have another blog. I’ve had it since June, 2001. I will not name it, because San Diego Momma is my new leaf. And I want to leave old stones unturned. (I…Continue Reading
Unicorn U.
This morning, my daughter tells me, “I really, really, really want to be a policeman.” Thinking this sounds like something she’s really thought over, and not wanting to discourage her from the dream, I say, “Yeah?” “Yes,” she answered resolutely. “Or a unicorn.”
This Will Be A Serious One
In September of 2007, my sister underwent an emergency c-section and subsequently gave birth to her beautiful daughter, Katelyn. Katelyn was born at just over 23 weeks, far far away from her due date of January 14, 2008. At birth, Katelyn weighed a tiny 1 lb., 3 ozs. and was barely 11 inches long. …Continue Reading
If Only a Picture Could Hack, Cough and Spit
There’s no picture today because this post is about my neighbor, who is so close that if he had a telephoto lens, he could see what I was writing right now. (In fact, he doesn’t even need a telephoto lens, he just needs eyes.) In truth, I did try to snap a picture…Continue Reading
Monkey On My Back: The Continuation
I am strong, like a Powerpuff Girl. Except I’m not a kindergartner. But that’s open for debate. Read Part I first here. The anxiety: it’s overwhelmed me, made me laugh, ruined relationships, made friendships, and inspired my writing. It’s funny, really, that this is one of the first times that I’ve called it…Continue Reading
