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Sideways
If you moved Sideways across America from California, from the 'left coast' to the right, you'd trip over Indiana on your way to Maine. The winds of change would have to blow you a bit north, or else you'd wind up in Jackson, Mississippi. Which may or may not be a...
Living Life as a Miracle: Up to our Necks in Water
There was a time when my husband flew so much on business that he could have sprouted wings. After all he is 'the best man alive', my angel. As he did his sales work in Elsewhere, USA, he amassed so many frequent flier miles that, even after his seven years of...
Living Life as a Miracle: Career Choice
While folks often say, "Life can spin on a I'm writing about an important life episode initiated by a 'spin on a heel': mine. As we walked across the church parking lot, my husband and I spied our friend, and former pastor, walking with his wife and granddaughter,...
SoCal Snow Day
Attention Friends and Family in Elsewhere USA, especially those who endured the protracted frozen tundra of last winter's perverse nature. Last week Southern Californians had a snow day. While surfers always adhere to a "Surf's up!" philosophy, on August 30, the surf...
Burning Man
Once a year, on Labor Day weekend, tens of thousands of participants gather in Nevada's Black Rock Desert to create Black Rock City, dedicated to community, art, self-expression, and self-reliance. They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever. Burning...
Sky Blue Pink
The sunset last night was sky-blue-pink, a phrase that resonates from my childhood. In a preteen directorial phase, i scampered about, mustering my siblings and neighborhood kids to enact plays. The flagstone patio of our backyard was a stage with a view of the river,...
Geezer Rock
We are devotees of Geezer Rock: we can't help it that we're 'older'. Our concerts are fewer and far between, the venues smaller and less grandiose: we can't help it, the rock we prefer is 'older'. Close-up seats are no longer vital, because the aging artists' faces...
One-up womanship is a pain in the butt
Yesterday I met Predatory Pam for tea-and-me-and-thee. I hoped for mutual benefit. When I arrived, in an area not in my 'hood, she was posed in front of the coffee shop window, as if ensconced on a throne, well perched and poised, ready to - Strike. Me. Out. Her nose...
Woodstock Nation: taking personal stock
How would you have liked to awaken to the "Star Spangled Banner," rendered on guitar by a black guitarist, one who invented a new way to work the strings with his overlong thumb? One who famously set his guitar on fire, actually as well as metaphorically. If you were...
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