Last night I was having dinner with my artist friend, Jane, and for over two hours we discussed jewelry-making, yucca trees and the extreme beauty of imperfection.  Continue reading →

Last evening Steve and I enjoyed the Richard Greenberg play, Three Days of Rain, at Portland Center Stage, and if Steve hadn’t left the case to his glasses in the theater we might never have met Sasha Roiz. Continue reading →

Yesterday a veteran was sitting behind a card table at the entrance to my neighborhood grocery so I dropped all my coins into his jar in exchange for a little red poppy. Continue reading →

While my personal concept of heaven doesn’t include regrets, a former writing assignment required thoughts on what I’ll miss when I’m gone. So, other than the people I love (and books)…here’s a sampling: Continue reading →

Every now-and-then, my clothes fall in the dog’s water dish. Continue reading →

During my twenties, I was totally in lust with the rock star, Keith Emerson. Continue reading →

Today when I was waiting for my doctor in a clinic examining room, I received a text from my daughter. Apparently, my grandson’s school has had an outbreak of lice. Continue reading →

The largest bookstore in the world rests on a full city block about ten minutes from my house. Continue reading →

When a client canceled her appointment this week I spent the hour across the street at the paint store. Continue reading →

All my life I’ve wanted freckles. Continue reading →