“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
Cora, Dante, Kelley, Sienna, Tony, Cheryl, and Audrey (Larry is the photographer) Like any published memoir, our own life stories should also come with a disclaimer: “This story that I tell about myself is only based on a true story. I am in large part a figment of my own yearning imagination.” And it’s a […]
By day Lisbon has a naive theatrical quality that enchants and captivates, but by night it is a fairy-tale city, descending over lighted terraces to the sea, like a woman in festive garments going down to meet her lover. -Erich Maria Remarque Sitting in the dark, listening to the rain, I’m reaching back in time […]
Okay, not extreme duress, but a heightened degree of tension. The 49ers are playing the Dallas Cowboys in my family room (huddling not six feet from my couch), it’s an important game, and there is an audience of three cheering on the local team. As you can imagine, there is a lot of commotion. My […]
The thing about life that is so obvious, but easy to miss, is how our overt realities rarely match up to our covert realities. Just as I wrote those words a car alarm went off in the neighborhood its staccato horn reverberating through the quiet streets of Campbell. Oh, that’s rich. I sit here in […]
Living in the Gap 