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I’m From…

I’m From…

    I’m from mountains and sycamore trees, from white oleomargarine that needs to be massaged with yellow coloring. I’m from homemade sandwiches to take to school for lunch. I’m from an unlocked house that is empty from morning to dinnertime, and I spend time there or at my grandma’s house next door after school […]

The Amado Women

The Amado Women

The Amado Women (excerpt) by Désireé Zamorano   Once Celeste had recovered from the shock of being married, from the jolting direction her life had taken, she realized it was a beautiful summer. For a long time afterwards, its sweetness had been difficult to endure. There had been no warning shots. On the drive up […]

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 […]

That Lock of Hair

That Lock of Hair

It shone upon —not often— That lock of hair That curled Right at his temple But the light had to be just right And it often —most times— Was not. The flight of a word, Or a tone, Could hinge— Landing hard, Landing softly —on a single note To pierce Or to piece together. Timing […]

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.” […]

Primal Scene

Primal Scene

The church my family attended in our medium-sized, Midwestern town held an annual mother/daughter banquet. Every woman was expected to volunteer. My mother was a teacher and breadwinner before the feminist movement gave her permission; it wasn’t like her to make a casserole or decorate the church basement. She was a writer and had studied […]

Quixote and Me

Quixote and Me

By the time you read this the caballeros of Altadena will long be gone, done leaning back on their homeward mounts, done clip-clop climbing the too narrow sidewalks north of Lincoln near the stables toward Castillo, done telling code of crisp days coming. Clip clop, the sound for clocks, knock-knock jokes, a slow castanets, hoofs […]

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