My Corner of the Canyon

Have Yourself a Boomer’s Little Christmas

After totaling my car, something called a Saturn Vue, an insurance settlement was paid out; not a lot of money but a bit more than what the Beleaguered Husband had estimated the…

Another World: Sky Forest at Santa’s Village

I wanted something otherworldly, something with autumn atmosphere, something inspiriting. I longed for weather full of whispers and promises that make your heart dance with the joy of seeing colored leaves of…

October Country

From Ghoulies and Ghosties and long-leggety Beasties And things that Go Bump in the Night Good Lord Deliver Us!—Scottish Prayer    Walking into our Topanga Library, in early October, I am drawn…

A Visit to The Birch Aquarium

With a much-anticipated vacation looming closely ahead, part of me was already on it.  I wasn’t the least bit interested in the day-to-day doings and responsibilities of my regular life, i.e., obligations,…

Seashells and Sea Hags

A vacation, even an abbreviated three-night stay would be wonderful. We just want a simple, funky San Diego beach house; no need for travertine counter tops, gourmet kitchens, marble floors, or an…

Dandelion Wine

Dandelion Wine. I’ve never tasted it, but reading Ray Bradbury’s book of that title, makes me long to. Summer in a bottle is how Mr. Bradbury describes the wine; glowing and warm,…

Local Boy Makes Good, So Far

In the early ‘90s, natural birth was all the rage. The Lamaze class made it seem as if giving birth was a piece of cake, a walk in the park, as easy…

Sailing Hardships Through Broken Harbors

The fence. I have passed it many times, hundreds of times, countless times.  It was brown, wooden and weathered with carved flame designs placed here and there. The fence was something familiar,…

The Least of Our Worries

From time to time I peruse the job posts in hopes of finding the perfect occupation.   Starting a whole new life choice where I am doing good work that pays a…

Oh, Ferlinghetti, I Long to Go with You!

Once, when maybe eight years old, I was inspired to write a poem. It came to me suddenly, clearly, almost divinely. Yes, the words flowed forth and were written swiftly with a…