Girl Games

Girl Games

“Let’s you and me hate her” was the name I gave the rapport-building game that I experienced in 1997. It’s power play when there are three girls, each seeking pecking order by defame. I was entrapped – for a short while – until I...
Good-bye

Good-bye

I said good-bye to thousands of people in the past several days, and then threw them in the trash. Details of restoration and recovery of skills, details of loss and re-birth, notes of triumphs and tears – documented in manila files.      I finger-traced all the...

Living Life as a Miracle at a Quarter to Three

My homework done, I was listening to WLS, as legendary a radio station in Chicago and its surrounds as KMET was in LA. Dick Biondi was the dee jay, the musical tour guide. There was only one radio in our country house, so I couldn’t sequester in my room to...
God’s Perfect Timing

God’s Perfect Timing

Paper covers rock covers scissors… It is a childhood game On Sunday, God played it, too And allowed me to take this photo Coastal fog covered moon covered sun The eclipse scene in southern California Look with your eye, blink, exclaim, And run to get your camera...
The Final Forgiveness: Self

The Final Forgiveness: Self

A year ago, I joined Pinterest, as every aspiring-to-be-published writer was advised, as a component of ‘Platform’ on social media that will advertise. It’s a visual billboard of interests and inclinations, as you proclaim yourself to be. It’s...