A collection of consciousness and the stories that bind us.
“Libra: That which disturbs you interests you. Do you dare look into it? One small dose can start your immunity.” I knew exactly what it was referring to when I read my horoscope in the LA Times today. “Do I dare,” I questioned myself? Well, one would hope. As my avoidance kicks in, I wonder... Continue Reading →
He died in July of 1980 when Norin and I were on our honeymoon in Tahiti, but I didn't know he was gone until we returned home two weeks later. "Johnny died" my mother whispered over the phone. I was sitting on the burgundy Victorian sofa in the living room of the house I rented... Continue Reading →
I was rubbing her soft downy hair, hoping she would return to me and scared to death she wouldn’t. She’d been beaten, hurt, and she was controlled by alcohol, trying to pretend she wasn’t really damaged. “Go to hell," I heard her say to Steve this morning, “You don’t control me.” I knew she was... Continue Reading →
I Am We 