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Scribblings 41: Welcome to the Langham!

Scribblings 41: Welcome to the Langham!
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Once upon a time, troublesome pre-teens were sent off to the convent. In the summer of 1967, my parents sent me off to my grandparents. This is more than likely a move that my mother – perpetually lamenting my “weirdness” – regrets to this day. For starters, it was my grandparents who introduced me to […]

Scribblings: Week 39 – Welcome to Boot Camp

Scribblings: Week 39 – Welcome to Boot Camp

Considering that I have been likened to an Obsessive on Uppers, my rather intense relationship with my Fitbit surprises no one. Yet for all ‘the Fitbitch’ has cracked her whip at me this past week, I have managed only about 20 to 50 steps a day, depending on bathroom runs. A bus outside my hotel […]

Welcome to Pasadena, Where Everything Is Perfect

Welcome to Pasadena, Where Everything Is Perfect

I live in Dallas now, but until October 15, 2014, and for thirty-two years before that, I lived in Pasadena. To confess that I miss Pasadena is such an understatement that I may as well not even enter the confessional. It is like saying “I like dessert” when the reality is that I would live […]

Oh to Sing

Oh to Sing

Oh to sing! To Eric Whitacre Oh to sing! To have been born with the ability ever so easily to unleash – like the rain, or a Lyre bird, or, in late summer, the cicadas – a cascade of beautiful sound. But that is not my gift. Instead I must rest content to craft my […]

Scribblings: Week 25

Scribblings: Week 25

Back in the day, when I had a yard and a garden, I spent more hours than I ever spent in a church on my knees. And while no organ might boom, no priest intone, no choir sing, and no stained glass window throw rainbows across the back of a pew, I prayed. I prayed […]

Surrender

Surrender

As I grow older, the mattress grows heavier, yet still how I loathe a bed whose sheets no longer feel crisp, whose scent is no longer of lavender or thyme but of too many nights passed pondering why, what next, when, how. In three clean sweeps the bed is stripped, blankets in the corner, linens […]

Scribblings: Week 15

Scribblings: Week 15

My walks through Eden, the transcendent little park across the street from my apartment, are normally in wide loops around a lagoon. But, today, as I was moseying along, thinking about doors, of all things – why some slam shut and others open, if only a crack – a barricade of yellow tape and I […]

Scribblings: Week 14

Scribblings: Week 14

The best gifts are perhaps the unexpected ones…and, this week, I received three. Isn’t it interesting how three gifts arrived? No doubt you have heard the expression, “good things come in threes.” And, of course, bad things tend to take a cue from the musketeers as well. But here is something you may not have […]

Scribblings Week 13

Scribblings Week 13

The ants are back. Which only goes to prove the profound truth of the French proverb, plus ca change, plus c’est la même chose. Yes, “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” In California, I was ceaselessly at war with ants. You know the kind—the six-legged, bulbous headed, plundering fiends that, like […]

The Rabbit in the Moon

The Rabbit in the Moon

“If you were to name the man in the moon,” I once asked my children, “what would you name him?” “David,” answered my daughter, who was cultivating a white-hot obsession for the actor David Duchovny. “Igor,” said her brother, who had recently discovered the joys of Stravinsky. I shook my head. “My vote’s for Cheshire.” […]

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