- North of San Francisco, California,
- November 16
- I teach, I parent, I learn, I contemplate. I am constantly putting my toe in the water. I dove in, now I'm trying to keep my head above the surface.
MY RECENT POSTS
- October is the Cruelest Month
October 20, 2012 10:22PM
- In Which I Am Not As Nasty As
I Really Want To Be
October 16, 2012 10:01PM
- Twelve to Thirteen
September 15, 2012 01:37PM
- Women Who Rock
September 05, 2012 11:39PM
- The Sights of Silence
July 29, 2012 08:54PM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Alysa, I have been off
Open Salon for a very long
did not even know
July 02, 2014 04:03PM
- “I've been reading and
thinking a lot about
You're an int…”
July 03, 2013 02:22PM
- “Yay! Looking forward to
June 29, 2013 12:31PM
- “Yes, Tuesday was a great
day. Rated for the "middle
June 29, 2013 12:26PM
- “You expressed my opinion
in excellent prose.
June 29, 2013 12:14PM
My daughter adores Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, and she and her friends are very caught up in its characters and mythology these days. She has decided that she wants to read the book (I keep telling her how much better original books are than any movie). So I pulled out… Read full post »
It turned out to be a fascinating day.
As usual, I moaned and groaned when I got my jury summons. Not knowing what would happen next, hour-to-hour, for at least a day, was a nightmare for my anxieties. It was already a very busy week with special events.… Read full post »
It is a distinctive face. A convoluted face. An honestly not-very-attractive face. He had seduced me with charm and compliments and intelligence. And a steady job. And fancy words. We dated a bit. He took me flying in his airplane. But he stood me up twice. He was incon… Read full post »
I am from the needlepoint bag leaning against the moss green easy chair, from powdered milk and Jell-O and mom’s endless cups of tea.
I am from the big yellow house that everyone remembers on the curve of the road, on the side of the hill on… Read full post »
I said I wasn't going to weigh in on this, but I've had two glasses of wine, and that makes me stupid (and therefore some of you won't take me seriously, either).
I am reposting something I wrote quite some time ago. So there.
What makes a writer?… Read full post »
- Lingerie & pajamas. Bullshit. What do you
really sleep in?
Depends on my mood and who is sleeping with me. Love my t-shirt
nightshirt with the fishes on it. Naked is my favorite.
2. What’s the one thing in your refrigerator you’re goddamned angry about… Read full post »
It’s hard for me to be very specific about these, I tend to generalize experiences like this, but I will try.
The first ones that come to mind:
The beach on the west side of Maui – I had gone for… Read full post »
I don’t consider myself the kind of person who likes to talk on the phone. I like to get business done, get it over with, and get on with the day. I don’t “chat,” except for long distance with my most special friends and family.
Yet… Read full post »
our daughter wears the t-shirt you gave me in college
back when we were in love
it startled you
to see her in it.
because I am the sentimental one
who keeps… Read full post »
I have resisted Mark’s Open Call, fearing that my selection might be too pedestrian or boring or stupid for you all. I have no time to download album covers (sorry, taking my kid to the museum today), so I’ll keep it simple. … Read full post »
my lovely backyard
glass of cold white wine in hand
is it Friday yet?
The first time I left Paradise, the hills were on fire. It was August. I had decided to leave my husband of three and half years after another drinking incident that deserves its own piece. I packed up my Honda Civic with belongings of immediate need and drove through the… Read full post »
In order to protect the innocent and the guilty, let’s call them…Jim, Ted, and Paul. They are posed on the balcony of an apartment in the year 1985. It is spring. A girl has just graduated from college. The three gentlemen (and really, they are) have gathered to help this… Read full post »
Not an exciting title, but at least you know what you’re getting. :)
675.9 miles driving from Santa Rosa, California to Ashland, Oregon and back.
1 annoying traffic jam
51 Slug Bugs (the new beetle)
15 Mini Coopers
(We counted both… Read full post »
Yesterday I took my daughter to see the movie Ramona and Beezus. Most of you probably know the books of Beverly Cleary (and if you don’t, I’ve got a few copies I can loan you). For each of my 18 years of teaching I have read… Read full post »
I've revisited this short piece numerous times over the past twelve years. There's definitely something there, but it never feels quite right to me. Thought I'd share it with you, my friends. :)
I sit here and think about things that break. Heaters and cars and relationships… Read full post »
I went to the pool
forgot my excellent book
damn, I have to get wet
I went to the pool
forgot my diverting book
damn, stuck with my thoughts Read full post »
is in the nuzzling of his neck
the reach of her arms
the kindness of their words
the cuddle of my softest pillows.
is in the children’s giggles
their large bright eyes
the faith of those I… Read full post »
I have a friend who makes ice cream. She makes it for her friends, she makes it with her students, and she celebrates her birthday with a party and at least three flavors of her own homemade ice cream.
She is an artist.… Read full post »
Adorable Daughter: “Oh, and M is going to meet us at the pool today to help me with my swimming. Is that okay?”
Perfect, lazy summer days at the pool with my daughter are my territory. No blonde tri-athlete-girlfriend-of-my-ex-husband is going to just… Read full post »
early and late sun
nasturtiums by the window
summer in my soul
(This is a repost from last year with some minor changes- because why ruin a good thing?)
Oh, the arrogance of that title. But, what’s true is true.
While I was growing up, my dad worked very hard to support his family, but… Read full post »
Summer is here, I have time on my hands, and yet, I am not writing, and definitely not posting much. Today I think I figured out why.
Someone on this site recently told me that I was loser and that I had nothing to say. He was… Read full post »
I remember how I felt the day I decided to forgive him. I just looked up from whatever I was doing at the time (packing for school, doing dishes, sewing, gardening, I don’t remember) and I said to myself “I’m done.” I was done with the anger, done with the way… Read full post »