BECOMING REAL #5

BECOMING REAL #5

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has...
ART IMITATES LIFE – OR NOT

ART IMITATES LIFE – OR NOT

I’m not a big fan of cities, including “The Big Apple,” but when I read the reviews for the Off-Broadway show, Amy and the Orphans, produced by the Roundabout Theater Company, I knew this was something I had to see.  And so on Friday,...

POEM FOR STEVE

Over the years I’ve been inspired to write some of my musings as poetry. I don’t see myself as a poet and seldom set out with the intention of writing a poem. These poems just seem to happen – in the shower, as I’m lying in bed waiting to fall...

LETTER TO MARY

Dear Mary, I seldom shop at the Bellingham Trader Joe’s. Not that I don’t like the products, but the store is always crowded, and the parking lot is way too small. I always feel I am doomed to play bumper cars there one day. But today we were out of mini...

I SMALL NERVOUS

In The Beginning… Steve, my first born child, was born in 1966. I was twenty-six. Although, doctors knew from the get-go, that my baby had Down syndrome, I wasn’t told, until he was twelve weeks old. These learned men (and they were all men) didn’t think I’d “be...

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