Writing
Creating the Life of My Dreams
Real Raw
Read about my year-long experiment with eating Raw Food here ...
High Sierra Century
On a whim, I decided to ride 100 miles, also known as a century ride, with the Leukemia Society’s Team in Training. To tell the truth, it wasn’t exactly a whim. I’d been tossing the idea around in my mind ever since I’d seen a Team in Training brochure that arrived along with some junk mail. I was attracted to the structure, athletic training, and meaningful cause, wrapped up in a neat, attractive package, and tied with a promise of success.
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- Finding Jenny
- I carefully smooth skin, remove blemishes, crop and correct colors in Photoshop, remembering the first time I saw her. My other children were born from me, slick with amniotic fluid and blood. But it wasn't like that with Jenny.
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Fiction
Armchair Traveler
The first time Clara walked into one of her paintings, she was fifteen. ... Trembling, she was startled when she found herself flat on her back, looking at a cerulean sky. Read Excerpt ...
Elly
Elly peered out from behind the rock. ... It had been a long, hard winter, and her people had been confined to the deeper reaches of their underground kingdom where, though warm, it was always grey. She was starved for color. They had only returned to the surface two days ago. Rebellious and restless, Elly had slipped away by herself, which was against the rules. That's why she had been alone among the flowers when the deep, grating voices vibrated like abandoned echoes through the plant's green stems. Read Excerpt ...
Claire
Anna is newly divorced and struggling to raise a troubled teenage boy, Tyler, and his 6-year old sister, Claire. But Claire has the power to tell the future, and when she begins to have nightmares about being kidnapped by a child predator, Anna looks for help.
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The Ring
The amethyst sparkled at Lisa as she studied the ring in the dim shop light. The deep purple stone, set in an intricate scrollwork pattern, radiated an inner light. She slipped it on her right ring finger. It was a perfect fit.
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Poetry
Lips Conquer Cliché
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A Moment in Time
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Cycling Sestina
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Noticing
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What's New & Works in Progress
Memoir
I am currently writing a Memoir, tentatively titled A Mother Like Mine: A Daughter Like Me, about my life and relationship with my mother from childhood through my young adult years. It compares my memories and emotions with my mother's, as recorded in her journals during the same periods of time.
A Mother Like Mine: A Daughter Like Me is a poignant reminder that life and reality isn't always what it seems, and that we are more like our parents than we know.
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Human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, when all the time we are longing to move the stars to pity. (Translation from French)
Gustave Flaubert