I could start a whole new genre called WISHFUL THINKING. Though my personal dream world exists in a stupendous- imaginarium- alternative- successful-universe, my manuscript is not keeping up with the fantasy. I got my first draft of my first novel back …
Walk Softly, Carry a Big Stick… and Chocolate
I had a Honda Shadow 750 cruiser for a few years. It replaced the horse and was the precursor to the van life I'm trying to lead. Spending my weekends doing yard work by myself had far less appeal once …
“to hear the whisper of luck…”
Do you have a bucket list? I've been excavating through my brother's belongings. He passed away recently. The material remnants of a life left in a couple of duffle bags is a strangely intimate way to catch up and know …
Dear Beauty,
All the blues of the sky meet the sea and wash up onto the sand. I identified them all. Cobalt, cerulean, ultramarine, indigo, prussian, thalo, turquoise; every shade of blue, sometimes leaning towards violet and pale transparent green, like sea …
Gathering Qi
I've got lust, the wandering kind. This crazy year of family tragedy and loss, while the planet yells MAYDAY, MAYDAY with every element at its disposal, has made me pause. Fire, wind, flood, earth. I've been sitting in a safe …
Sticky lifters and Old Nipples
Title Here That was the diagnosis that Dean the mechanic gave me the day I saw the little drip, drip, drip underneath the front of my 1984 Vanguard camper van... goes by the name of Rumblebee. I told him about …
Hear Me Roar
Meet Rumblebee; 33 years old, orange shaggy carpet and dark wood veneer. A fridge that works, sometimes. My vintage, ¾ ton with the 360 engine makes Rumblebee a skookum-big, gas-eating, camperized travel van. No whiny VW dream for me. HEAR …
RUMBLEBEE ROAD 