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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.” […]

Sorrow Tree

Sorrow Tree

Like a tree spills sap, I spill sorrow. My leaves, mussed by erratic, unknowable winds, grow studded with crystalline droplets of rain until the weight of it is too much for even the branch to bear. Until, one by one, each leaf drops, each tear falls – watering the roots that ripple like a river […]

The Deflowering of Silence

The Deflowering of Silence

I. I don’t think I like you much. For starters, you have me at a disadvantage. I am not at all used to sitting at the dining hall table, on a bench beneath a tree, or beside a brook amongst tall grasses wearing not a stitch – not one! Although I suppose we could skinny […]

Too Beautiful

Too Beautiful

Some Bras Art Too Beautiful To the team at Natori
 If this were ancient Egypt, and if I were Queen, I would tell the priests not to worry overmuch about the cache of 
pots, tools and mini gods in my pyramid but to focus, instead, 
on pretty things. For it is pretty things I cherish […]

May I…?

May I…?

May I Have This Last Dance, Mr. Banana Nose? I cannot remember not loathing Sunday school. And much of that loathing, more than likely, stemmed from the fact that I wasn’t a cool kid. I was as far from cool as a screaming tea kettle from a popsicle – a shy, socially awkward, irremediably klutzy, […]

The Morning the Egg Exploded

The Morning the Egg Exploded

I am at my mother’s condo, staying with her for the foreseeable as she recovers from her second hip replacement. And, since these are early days and Mama is kind of loopy on pain meds, I am responsible for pretty much everything, from helping her in and out of bed and fetching her hearing aid […]

Into the Bay Forever

Into the Bay Forever

If you lean just a bit, from the balcony on the bay you can see the water. I like the view 100 feet outward – the reflection of palm trees, the boats with their sails, and, later, the light from the moon streaming like a bridge not quite to where we stand. Oh let’s say […]

Santa Knelt

Santa Knelt

Shake the globe, and it snows – settling, as the storm passes, on a baby lying within a crude wooden manger. Oh, poor baby take care not to scratch your hands as you stretch to greet us; though blanketed with sparkle bits, your cradle, in places, is sharp and splintered. It is late, but the […]

No Two Blades of Grass

No Two Blades of Grass

For Ann They say no two blades of grass are alike, but is that true for eggs? See how, once you look awhile, each egg scarcely resembles its twin… There are patterns in the brown, striations in the white, stories in all. Yes, even in that one. Oh, and look how so sweetly the eggs […]

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Maude Woods - Opening October 22nd in Pasadena

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