Brushes with Blackness: Best Friends and Bullies
As a child I was completely color blind. I know today people would say that was unlikely. Or even problematic. …
Category Archives: Memoir
Brushes with Blackness, 1
All of us who are white in America were born into a country steeped in racism. Even for those of …
La Gitana, My Larger Self
When I first started this blog eight years ago, I had planned on using it as a vehicle for writing …
My Wild Child, My Son, “Rider on the Storm”
I wrote this tribute to my son seven years ago, shortly after the birth of my granddaughter. Recently I posted …
True Tales Growing Up in a Haunted House
Have you ever had any ghostly encounters? Each year around this time, I like to reblog a series of tales …
The Rich and Sensual World of Scent
Lately I’ve become obsessed by scent. Perfume, to be more precise. I seldom wear it, which is why this obsession …
Right, at Last, and Wide Open
I’m letting my hair grow out. Like a girl again. It’s past my shoulders already, still mostly brown with a …
Hauntings, Ghosts, & Demons I Have Known
As Halloween draws near, I like to repost a series of true life tales about the hauntings, ghosts, and demons I …
13 Ways of Looking at Dying, Just Before, and the Moment After
My mother died seven years ago this month, which is also the month I was born. I wrote a short …
“Wondrously Strange,” Our Crossing to the Marquesas
I was reading from some of my old sailing journals when I came across this entry. It captures …
