There was once, a kinder, gentler time. There was once a world of grace and manners, of dancing classes, apples for teachers, golden rules, and hand-written thank-you notes. There was once, like…
My Corner of the Canyon
The heat was rising even though it wasn’t yet ten in the morning. Along the coast there seemed to be no breeze, just a still flatness, the water almost motionless and oddly…
The pungent smell of the pumper truck hard at work wafts through the air. In fact a sort of visible haze seems to hang all over our yard emanating from the vicinity…
I went to college – for a day. Well, kind of. We made that long stretch of a drive through the Central Valley of California, on the way to Santa Cruz to…
The frogs have quieted, and the roosters are not yet crowing. It’s that in-between time; the end of night, but not quite morning, a darkness tinged, only vaguely, around the edges with…
They sit in little chairs and listen to the beginning of the story, the old familiar story. The rainy day, the boredom, the absent mother. Just consider the possibilities! Of course, these…
They were mine for a while. Clouds. Clouds of fluffy white that moved lightly through the spring air like cotton. What a gift to watch them like a child, as they took…
There is an old hollowed tree on Valley Road that I would walk by when escorting my children to Children’s Corner Pre-School (where I also worked as a teacher). On the tree,…
To approach the place can cloak me in gloom; a sunny day makes it even worse. All those promises of the carefree Santa Monica lifestyle, skateboarders, yoga-ites, galleries, surfers, electric scooters,…
At the time of this writing there are little more then a scant 24 hours remaining of the year 2017 (good riddance). Time is running out or down or whatever it is…