Is it just me? Sometimes, the moon looks like a giant light in a dark sky. Other times, I swear, it's a round keyhole into a brighter world. Now, maybe that keyhole moon has everything to do with how my eyes are focused and nothing to do with my imagination. But, I don't believe that. I have more luck writing on those keyhole nights. What's on the other side of sky's dark … [Read more...] about Perspective
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Riding Shotgun
In March, I drove north to visit my daughter. The night before I left, I called her. "What's your address again, sweetie?" She sighed. The last two times, she had to come find me so I could follow her home. Embarassing! "I'm going to run it through Mapquest this time," I said. "That way, I have it all written down just in case I get lost." Well, when I put the address into … [Read more...] about Riding Shotgun
In my dreams
I awoke from a dream before 5 am, heart pounding. There were no zombies, no shadows chasing me across dark parking lots, no threat of my untimely demise--just a room full of strangers. I was supposed to be speaking at some sort of conference, but no one would acknowledge my presence. They just kept talking to each other. Even when I addressed them individually, they ignored … [Read more...] about In my dreams
Beneath the surface
It was an older home and yet the yard looked as though it had never been landscaped. The front "lawn" was a lumpy, flattish, foxtail garden that dropped off toward the street. Half the bank was covered with lavender vinka. The other half sloped at a different angle, as if the previous owners used it for a driveway on occasion. That portion was a mass of California poppies, … [Read more...] about Beneath the surface