Don’t love turkey meat, but find even the white meat tolerable drowned in heavenly gravy made with turkey drippings and cream… Continue reading
POOetry chapbook
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Here’s my book of POOetry so far. More illustrations and pooems coming… Continue reading
Benign, benign, benign!
Lodged in hubby Sean’s left shoulder is not a jingle-bell-like cluster of cancerous lymph nodes as suspected at his first biopsy, but is a tangerine-sized nerve tumor called a schwannoma. I know, it sounds… Continue reading
Week 3 of my 5 a.m. challenge: What finally worked
Week 3 of my challenge to become an early bird, I am waking consistently at 5 a.m. – but it hasn’t been a straight line. Week 1 was successful. Week 2 was shaky. Then came a month of angst and inconsistency as I struggled to not totally fail this challenge. Now in my final week, I serenely rose sans alarm clock at 5 a.m. every morning with complete assurance, pleasure, clarity and energy. How? Continue reading
Giving myself the Dalai Lama challenge
Sometimes a bullet of earth shattering wisdom will reach across all triviality and, as the poet Rilke wrote, “You must change your life.” I’ve long debated the merits of living a freeform creative life versus a structured, scheduled one. Having never heard a really convincing reason for why scheduling my life is awesome, I’ve been fancy free instead. Yet all of a sudden, here’s a good reason. Continue reading
Week 1 of my 5 a.m. challenge: Night owl vs. early bird
After fifteen years of failing to wake early, week one of my 21-day Dalai Lama self-challenge surprised me with some success. Most days I rose at that ungodly hour of 5 a.m. – and it felt pretty darn godly. That is, as long as I started from scratch and stopped pretending that I knew myself. This pre-dawn creature disguised as me had a separate identity and other ideas on what constituted quality of life. I had to play by new rules to get what I wanted. Continue reading
Week 2 of my 5 a.m. challenge: Left brain vs. right brain
If week 1 was concerned with how to get up at 5 a.m., then week 2 asked, how do I best use that time? Notice how “best” sneaks in with its unconscious standard. No surprise, I started to panic. My struggle for precious unstructured time, already nervous at the edges, was falling into the trap of structure and productivity. The culprit, I now realize, was my left brain. Continue reading
Breastfeeding at Starbucks
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What got me out of the house for the first time after giving birth was an overwhelming desire for a latte. I headed to Starbucks, proudly wearing my four-week-old baby Scarlett on… Continue reading
My Name Was…
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When the Oakland judge called me by my real name last week, I felt like I just came out of the closet. It’s no small thing to rename yourself in mid-life –… Continue reading
Barren
My friend – I’ll call her Lily – wasn’t actually my friend until we started corresponding about her surprise infertility and my surprise pregnancy. We knew each other casually, we were both writers, she much… Continue reading