A Walk to Point San Simeon
Recently my husband and I and friends took our dogs walking out to Point San Simeon, just below Hearst Castle …
Recently my husband and I and friends took our dogs walking out to Point San Simeon, just below Hearst Castle …
Here on the central coast of California, we look forward to a green, rather than white, Christmas. While we love …
It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it no one thinks to …
I’ve been ill–nothing serious–but lying in bed day after day, even surrounded by good books, tends toward melancholy. Reading Mary …
Last October I posted a series of true life tales about the hauntings, ghosts, and demons I experienced growing up, …
Wallace Stevens’ poem “Sunday Morning” ends with these lines: We live in an old chaos of the sun, Or old …
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross To see a fine lady upon a fine horse. Rings on her fingers …
A notebook full of poetry I had worked on for years has disappeared. Vanished. Many of the poems I never …
Serendipity, it’s sometimes called. Those happy coincidences that lead to some unexpected pleasure or insight. Or synchronicity. Those meaningful encounters …
I’m going to die. Soon. That’s what I thought, waking one morning, remembering three distinct dreams, each in which I …