A collection of consciousness and the stories that bind us.
Linda Gabriel began the Twenty Minute Stories writing group in April of 2017. She polled friends and neighbors in the Beechwood Canyon area of Los Angeles to join, and I was one of the early members. We meet every other Sunday and select prompt words to begin a twenty minute writing session. It’s fantastic how... Continue Reading →
Linda Gabriel began the Twenty Minute Stories writing group in April of 2017. She polled friends and neighbors in the Beechwood Canyon area of Los Angeles to join, and I was one of the early members. We meet every other Sunday and select prompt words to begin a twenty minute writing session. It's fantastic how... Continue Reading →
I used to have a lot of rules. I needed to make love at midnight on New Year’s Eve to make sure the incoming year would be beautiful. Or, whenever my spouse and I went on a trip for either vacation or business, the sooner we made love the sooner the trip seemed to begin.... Continue Reading →
I wasn’t yet versed on the art of posing for a photograph. I must have just been over a year, walking and talking a bit, but no one had the forethought to clue me in on the art. I don’t suppose it was really necessary at that point, but this is the result. My sister,... Continue Reading →
Clarity hit instantaneously. Sitting at the shining glass breakfast room table, staring at the horoscope beaming from my iPad, pre-dawn light peeking through the French windows, I realize I have plenty. It might have actually presented itself yesterday. I felt vibrant and brilliant at the family Christmas celebration it might have been the precursor to... Continue Reading →
He said, “You know it’s all contrived, it’s acting, its not real.” We were watching the best of "Britain's Got Talent" where the performers are talented and spiritual, letting themselves loose to go beyond the norm. I felt joyful watching their limitless talents spring forth, so I knew it was real. It’s how I want... Continue Reading →
I Am We 