Recently one of my sons called to talk about his job. This particular son loves the work he does, is committed to his company, and spends much of his free time strategizing ways he can improve his, and the company’s, performance. Needless to say, I am proud of my grown child.… Read full post »

Recently one of my sons called to talk about his job. This particular son loves the work he does, is committed to his company, and spends much of his free time strategizing ways he can improve his, and the company’s, performance. Needless to say, I am proud of my grown child.… Read full post »

I sat down this morning to write a post for the blog. As of this moment, I’ve written several.  None of them are complete.  They’re all horrible.  Over the last few weeks, I’ve had absolutely no trouble working on Book 2 of my novel.  Those words flow e… Read full post »

On Saturday, I finished the first complete draft of my new sci-fi novel.  156,000 words of dystopia, angst, love and loss.  The villain is vile.  Some of the good guys had to die.  As I was reading the ending aloud to my husband, he started to cry.

Then last night, as my… Read full post »

I spent today in a university classroom.  This is not my natural habitat.  In fact, I was so out of place I might as well have been a rattlesnake on a New York City sidewalk.  I was doing a friend a favor by serving as part of a professional “panel” chosen… Read full post »

An editor at The Flaneur recently asked me to write an article on being a new author. Wow. The parameters are huge.

Should I write about what it feels like to finally have a book in the world? How could I write about that? 10 years… Read full post »

Recently, somewhere between scotch at a party and sake with friends over dinner, I glanced through an article about art in the newest edition of Trend Magazine.  Part of the article talked about Bruce Nauman and how he had decided that since he is an artist, everything he does… Read full post »

Recently, I told my youngest son that he has 3 days to move out of my house. He did nothing wrong. I am not angry with him. He just simply refuses to work. Or go to school. Or do anything he doesn’t want to do. He does not want to be a… Read full post »

We made love under the stars in a light, warm wind.  Ray Charles, Norah Jones, Van Morrison and KT Lang on the ipod.  Sometimes touch is soul stirring, the indelible imprints altering us somehow forever. 

Later, watching city lit clouds drift across the sky, I… Read full post »

The thing about not traveling all the time is that the movement becomes internal.  An undulating river of emotions, ideas, fleeting thoughts, flashes of possibilities.  Sometimes its hard to know what’s real, what course to follow, where to go and even how.  Its easier, I th… Read full post »

 We ran away this weekend.  Fast, hard and with the inevitable collisions.  Against red rock and grey stones and the light, fresh green of new leaves, we walked the river, picked our way through boulders and logs, and lava shaped round and soft by a river ages old. 

We talked… Read full post »

It is almost 3 AM. Snow was forecast, but instead, a sloppy rain, the hint of winter coming.

Slowly.

 I spent the holiday in California. On a beach, by a pool, in the arms of my love. The first such holiday without my children, who are becoming adults and making… Read full post »

I am thinking tonight about Charles Bukowski, Janice Joplin, freedom. Freedom to write, to sing, to walk away. Bukowski said, "An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way. An artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way." A friend said… Read full post »

Sometimes I get so frustrated. Reading essays today on Damien Hirst, Cindy Sherman and others, I feel like screaming. What is it in our world that values derogatory social criticism and horror so highly? The "real" it seems, to me, is too obvious. Certainly death is real, and commentary on it… Read full post »

It surprises and angers me that the art establishment places so much value on the meaningless manipulation of material as if the application of media in new or different ways can, by itself render the media into art. New does not always equal innovation, and innovation by itself does not equal… Read full post »