My Corner of the Canyon

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…

Daffodils in Winter

My bougainvillea are browned and withered. I tried to coax them along, speaking compliments aloud, admiring the bright orange flowers and the deep pink, gay and riotous, at last beginning to climb…

Vaya Con Dios to Bob, a Brother of The Shield

In the days prior to an outpatient procedure which, though minor, requires anesthetic, I ponder my mortality. Suppose I never wake up? Could happen. Just look at Joan Rivers.   As I…