.OPTIONS for a Better World

The lovely Cherry Pie has requested 5 facts, mundane or profane, about me for the benefit of who knows who. Who could refuse such a request?...

Joe Part 3 Here's the last part, at least until I one day sit down with Joe and pick up from here. He and I usually talk a couple of tim...

My friend Ces is always coming up with new ways to shake things up. The latest, in her words, is to " write your own bio using three po...

This is part 2 of Joe's story. There are 3 parts in all. Aunt Theresa threw quite a bash for Bessie’s funeral. As I later learned, her s...

I'll be mostly out of the blogs this weekend. I'm taking the opportunity to post a true story about Joe. This is the first part of 3...

A few weeks ago, , I nixed the idea of writing 13 good things about myself. But here I am again, ever tenacious, this time thinking it will ...

I'm thinking alot about home lately. Not just a house or physical structure, but the places where I feel safe, welcomed, supported, love...

This is a sure cure for depression: look out an airplane window and be awed by the splendor of it all. We stayed in the little village of ...

Introductory addendum, explanation, or whatever: Yesterday I wrote this on the plane from Milan to Boston. I thought it came out pretty funn...

In the meantime, In the in-between time, Even in the lean time-- I'm thanking my lucky stars for the pleasure of your company. Be back s...

Thursday 13's a little early this week: a vacation's a-coming. The Thursday 13 theme this week is no theme. 1. This is my lonely liv...

I don't say "thank you" enough. Strong Arms I will catch you in the freefall Should life become a grinding haul. I will help y...

Cherrypie tagged me to share the songs that mean something to me. I was belting out and lip synching songs in the privacy of my bedroom as a...

1. I have no clothes. Honest. Somehow in our move last year my winter clothes disappeared. Everything but a couple of sweaters. So today I w...

Yesterday Stella and I resumed our walks in the Park. I bring one 8 by 11 piece of blank paper and a pen. At some point we find a bench. Ste...

Last night I returned to my big yellow weekly writing group. It's been 3 or 4 months since I've read one of my poems or stories outl...

Let me say this upfront: I don't know if the following post on stress is helpful, or boring, a good read or worthless chatter. I'll...

I told jb I planned to write a "Thursday 13" on reasons I feel good about myself. Silence. "Don't you think that's al...

I write from the smallest space— Stripping details from salmon walls, A little room near the magic cottage, A studio and coffee cups in Bemi...

When I arrive at your house, you're impectably dressed and waiting. You know we are going somewhere but you ask me five time from the li...