Red Ferrari

Red Ferrari

It was a day threatening to rain more than the dabbles on our deck. It was also the day prior to a haircut… So I selected my orange fedora, blonde wisps peeking askew when I placed it atop my head. I got in my Mini Cooper to drive the freeway on errands....
Blonde

Blonde

“I’m blonde; what’s your excuse?” says my license plate frame. If you believe that, you are the dumb one and not me. Get it? Perhaps it’s a writer thing, a precision vocabularist’s tic. Think about it. I’ll wait. I am a...
A Talent for Refuting Reality

A Talent for Refuting Reality

I am ardent, authentic, and undeniably out-going, a perennially chipper sort, a habit that astonishes people who’ve known me over time. After all, reality bites, doesn’t it? Life episodes hammer at one’s spirit, sending a person to drink or hunker...
Responsibility

Responsibility

You could see it coming, but just not today. No, it wasn’t a lottery win for PJC. If it was for you, don’t tell me. Please and thank you. Today I heard a radio ad for Reputation.com. With the refrain, “It’s not fair….we’ll fix it...
Mother’s Magic Wand

Mother’s Magic Wand

There were few things that Larry and I retrieved when the sibling group cleaned-and-cleared out our parents home after my dad’s death. After all, I had wanted parents, not remnants of life and love lost. My husband wanted my mom’s ironing board, a wistful...
Coachella is not a handbag brand

Coachella is not a handbag brand

At raucous provocation rock-and-roll music excels, bested only by rap for how it can build you up from what beat you down. Some bands begin with their name, but talent is what truly makes the name: Beck, Tool, Rage Against the Machine, Jane’s Addiction, The...