Close Encounter of the Owl Kind

[Malibu Surfrider Beach, lacounty.gov] Can a nickname be prophetic?  You be the judge.  Way back in junior high, because I Continue reading →

Indigo Blues

For months, I had a sense of something disturbing. I’d be watering the tomatoes, stomping to Caspar Babypants with a Continue reading →

Caution, Grandmas At Play

“What is it you’re doing?” Sophia asked. “I’m playing,” Grandmother said.  From The Summer Book by Tove Jansson While reading a Continue reading →

Heavenly Hibiscus

Just checked the weather report and today is supposed to climb to 85, with 73% humidity.  For our Pacific Northwest Continue reading →

I am Not a Clumper!

A self-appointed expert once told me that there are two kinds of bamboo, clumpers and travelers.  Clumpers, like the handsome Continue reading →

Green Flash

Mi alma es un carrusel vacío en el crepúsculo. (My soul is an empty carousel at twilight.) Pablo Neruda I’ve Continue reading →