Musings & News

May 7, 2014

Resussifuckintation

I feel shadowed, pursued by an Odyssean star trekking through twilight sails set for dawn– three transpacific flights in forty eight hours plastic oxygen and fluorescent lights aboard a tin can bird in the sky. I’ve just arrived from Bali via Seoul, via Chicago, via Seattle a tattered vagabond, hatches battened for high winds, delayed flights, turbulence. I need a Dewey button for the longest journey ever made to Artfest– maybe a sash and a crown, a bouquet of congratulations. I feel over-pink, saddle sore, like a blister. I need release. I need relief. Sleep. But oh the journey […]

April 24, 2014

Twinkle

So here it is. Straight up. I have no idea what I’m doing. Silas says it’s because I’m a pioneer. I say it’s because I’m an ignorant slut. But yanno, in a good way. Like Jane Curtain. In the not-too-distant past, a brilliant marketer took some of my workshops and declared me the “Best Thing Ever.” Well, I’m not certain those were her exactly words, but close. She said I should be on TedX. I should be on Oprah’s couch. I should have my own reality TV show. (On that last count, I have to agree with her, and it’s […]

April 21, 2014

Forgotten Fables

A juicy little project has taken up residence in my writerly fingertips. It’s a collection of wee fairy tales. I can’t seem to force these guys out, but when they show up, it’s always a delight. I feel less like I’m creating them and more like I’m discovering them. Like little lost friends, newly found. I’ll be posting more from time to time, but if you want to keep up with the collection in its thus-far entirety, visit and “like” the official Forgotten Fables page on Facebook, here. The Pink Ukelele and the Firework was the first story to appear […]

April 20, 2014

Resurrection Day

I’m back! After almost two years offline, I’m back and on Resurrection Day, no less. I didn’t plan this. In fact, I’m surprised, really. But when I woke up today, I knew it was time. I just love when inspiration knocks at my door. So, hi. And knock knock. That’s inspiration knocking on YOUR door. Let’s get this party started.

March 7, 2014

Matchstick Box

My heart is a diamond matchstick boxfull of lightning flowersbright-blossom incendiarypetalsstrike me and Iburst into bloom.My heart is a moonpearl nautilus, endless chambered spiral circle, ancient siren song embedded in ever-widening circles cradled to your ear it whispers a low tide of hush-now lullaby. My heart is a feathered faraway bird a phoenix rising fierce and free Burn me. Blaze me. Bury me in the ashes and I rise a wounded healer, a trail of glory, my tears the balm that soothes, the medicine that mends, the song that calls us home. My heart is a Rose of Sharon, opening, opening a […]

January 11, 2014

If Tomorrow is a Gift

If Tomorrow is a Gift I read that on a card somewhere and it got me to thinking. The ‘if’ should be removed from that phrase. I mean, tomorrow is a gift. As is today, as is this hour, this moment, this breath. The question is, how often do I have clarity of sight to see it as such? And once seen, how long do I dwell there? How do I unwrap and enjoy this truth? Allowing. If there’s one thing I’d like to do more with my gift, it’s allowing. I want to open the door to All-That-Is, allow […]

November 1, 2013

A Thousand Hearts

Despite the fact that my eyes look in two separate directions, or perhaps because of it, I am always searching the fabric of the seen for the unseen. I look to the corners of reality to see what might be hidden there. My gaze seeks to penetrate the ordinary in hopes of glimpsing something of the extraordinary. And often, the extraordinary is found right there, right inside the ordinary, waiting to be noticed. A tulip opening its petals, a lightning storm, a newborn sparrow emerging from an egg, these things beg my attention. I’m usually the one outside in the […]

August 5, 2013

We’re Still Here

We’re still here. Izzy’s still here. I’m still here. I don’t know how it’s happened, but I’m grateful. In October, doctors told us she’d already passed her expiration date, and though she could surprise us, it wasn’t likely. We prepared to fully live every day we had left, and started this blog to count her days, and to make sure her days count. And then suddenly and out of nowhere, our family was struck with another tragedy. My sister Robin was infected with a rare bacteria after a minor family dog bite and life was thrown into chaos. My every […]

July 7, 2013

New Haircut

Izzy has a new haircut. Where else to celebrate that than at the coffee shop? With an Iced Italian Cream Soda! Izzy loves the whipped cream. Look mom, I have a neck! Who knew?

May 1, 2013

Ten Years Drunk

“you surround me” “you complete me” “you had me at hello” fuck that shit it’s as simple as this: your soul looked like a plate of chocolate chip cookies wrapped up in devils cake with whipped cream and a side of orgasm i didn’t nibble politely and push away from the table no i scarfed you up scrumptious shoved face first into your deliciousness til my chin and my whole life looked like an ad for slutty betty crocker i feasted on your fairy tale and reveled in your never lands til the insides of my mouth were raw and […]

April 14, 2013

Feed the Truth

So I’m standing outside yesterday having a tiff with my roomie Deb. She’s about to repot the spearmint plants that were given to us the night before by a friendly neighbor. I’m in the middle of a juice fast, and want her to make her famous watermelon juice, so I’ve gone outside to offer my support in the repotting process. I’ve also gone outside to whine. “If I start the soil in the pots will you go make juice? Please oh pleeaaase?” She looks at me with exasperation. I know that look. It’s a you-were-the-one-who-insisted-these-plants-get-potted-today-in-fact-right-now-so-you’ve-got-some-nerve-asking-me-to-do-something-else-when-I’ve-already-started-this-project-at-your-request kind of look. She breathes heavy, […]

April 8, 2013

Isabella’s Rainbow

Izzabella’s Rainbow Red Roses Style. With Annotations. roses are red violets are blue izzy is freckled and smells like the dew (‘cept her breath, which smells like black plague.) cookie’s a monster and kermit is green izzy likes ankles if you know what i mean (she doesn’t bite. but she likes to hump.) oranges are orange lilies are white izzy’s like wind and my heart is a kite (‘cept when she breaks wind. then my heart is a gas mask.) bananas are yellow purples are plum izzy’s a howler we make great singing’ chums (‘cept when we’re off key, then […]