“You have to know what to see.” — Angel in Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Season 2, Episode 14) The machine warned me that PC was nearing the end of its life. Dangerously close to the end, it muttered under its breath. It had been blazing this message at me for at least…well, for a while. Change ink cartridge… Continue reading Know What To See
Hair spray cloud dispersed, David spun the salon chair to reveal her highlighted color and precise cut flattering sculpted cheekbones, warming golden skin. Handing her a mirror for full view of spectacular effect, he smiled at the applause from the others. She fluttered her eyes in feigned surprise, exulting in perfection. She sped his car… Continue reading The Perfect Hair Day
View story at Medium.com This is how it goes: You’re quiet, smiling, polite, Unknowing, unknown… She rushed into the cookie exchange party, garbling out chunks of her horrific day, apologizing for the store-bought cookies festively cello-wrapped with a jaunty bow on top. Exuberant wine glass threatening to douse newly installed hardwood floors, M worked… Continue reading Where are the Cookie Ladies?!
Beyond expected Simple bolt becomes profound Gift from a maker Early morning sun flashed in the center of black tarred road. What was it? At first I thought it was a street marker or a truck part tarred into place when my neighbor resurfaced his driveway. I poked at it, surprised when I was able… Continue reading Gratuitous Beauty
What we leave behind Is not up to us, but how Others live their next This day is filled with memories of the hard times that delivered the current day when I walk a long, slow loop around the beach. I feel surrounded by parents, aunts, and uncles, cousins, and best friends from a… Continue reading What Comes Next?
Her note went straight to the point: Who cares about coffee ice cream and reading on September 6, 2017, when that is the day that the feats, accomplishments, and myriad contributions of Roberto Clemente are honored by Major League Baseball? What? Fingers flying, I discovered and read about a stellar, Hall of Fame baseball player… Continue reading Celebrate Real Life
Homeless woman smiles Turquoise eyes in wizened face Coffee, place to sit She held a wad of napkins to me. “They are kind here,” nodding to the busy baristas behind the counter, surveying her own safe table, and gesturing to my face. My cheeks were wet. I was crying. I had had no idea. But… Continue reading Coffee Community