Once Upon A Time…..

There is nothing more frustrating than a blank page.

The Write Place

I finally know what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be a coffeehouse writer.I want to leave the comfort of my tiny Los Angeles abode every day and head for Starbuck’s with my Macbook under my arm.I want to sit in a big leather chair in the best corner where…

Sepia II

Sitting on my balcony on a beautiful 80-plus degree Los Angeles day. Listening to Latin Jazz on Pandora, with Luna curled up next to me and yet…. I don’t know what it is or why it is; but like a lot of people, Paris is my place. I really should live there at some point…

A Place To Be

When you find a moment to be quiet and just be…

Free To Be Me

I think I’m changing. Correction: I know I’m changing I can’t quite put my finger on it but I feel it. I feels light and delicate. There is a fluttering of my senses. It’s a lightness of being ….and a sureness of my emotional dexterity that has allowed me to almost defy gravity. As Thanksgiving approaches,…

My Solitude

   There is an art to being alone; not everyone can handle it. I enjoy being around family and friends but, truth be told, my alone time is something special.  A walk down a quiet and beautiful street is a tonic that has always soothed me.