In March 2020, I wrote a piece entitled, “When I Get the Blues.” It was the start of the pandemic, and we were feeling so much...

I told my husband I was going to work on my e-newsletter today, but I didn’t know what I was going to write. What do I share when the...

So here I am in the first week of January wondering what I’m going to write to my loyal readers. I’m not very good at keeping track of...

Photos from 2024 May you celebrate the holidays with wonder, love, compassion, and good health. May we live in peace in the New Year.

It seems that everyone I know, including me, is feeling stressed out due to the upcoming election, the state of world peace, and all of...

I'm pleased to share that my short play, "What Secret?" was a part of the Playwrights' Center of San Francisco Short Play Showcase on...

It took me at least a year to finish reading George Saunders’ book, “A Swim in a Pond in the Rain.” I would pick it up when I felt like...

I’ll be honest; I’ve been grumpy lately. And when I’m grumpy, I’m impatient. And when I am impatient, I get annoyed. When I get annoyed,...

After some soul searching, I've decided to not keep this news a secret. The Playwrights’ Center of San Francisco put out a call for...

It’s time to write my monthly e-newsletter, and I feel out of practice. I didn’t write one in May (did you notice?) because I was...

A friend told me that she saw on craigslist an offer for free orchids. Not lush, blooming or almost blooming buds, rather orchids that...

My older friends, at least some of them, think I’m a youngin’. My younger friends sometimes say I look good for my age. I often think...

My friend Masha has been sorting through old family slide carousels. She has sent me several photos that she took of the slides that...

At this time last year, I started a new practice. Each Sunday morning, I thought back on the previous week and wrote down on a sticky...

I often experience what David Brooks wrote about in a recent opinion piece in the New York Times. I go to an event with other people and...

Late afternoon and I am tired. Not tired for any particular reason. My husband signed us up to play pickleball. I knew I should get my...

At the beginning of 2023 I started a new practice. Each Sunday morning, I take a 3”x3” yellow post-it note and write something I am...

My Sister Is a Poet Sand Dunes and Clover, my sister’s latest poetry book, arrived on our doorstep on Monday night. On Tuesday I sent an...

I heard her voice first and then stood up and peeked into the next room to see Clare (not her real name) in a cap and gown. She was...

I must admit that it felt good, satisfying even, to hear laughter several times on Monday as my scene was read out loud by two...