When I see the news blurb that Hugh Hefner is selling one of his mansions, I feel a rush of panic. I’m not concerned about the health of Pla...

I’ve never been a smoker, but I’ve never been a vicious anti-smoker either. Well, except for that time my mom lit up in a doctor’s office wa...

I don’t know how it happened, but walking towards my bedroom door, I tip my head to the right, and there it is, my plant in bloom. For many,...

It’s the image that always comes to me when I think of my relationship with my brother, the royal blue and white striped peashooter he gave ...

You come because you fear missing. The moment, the announcement, the invite, the laugh. The need to be in, be a part, belong. Like willingly...

It could be the jetlag, the confusing sleep pattern that allows me to drift off at a reasonable 10:30 p.m. only to awaken four hours later p...

It’s not your fault. I say the words as I stroke his back, nuzzle his muzzle, watch him fall asleep curled into my lap as if he has found ho...

True to self. I struggle to find me in a sea of others, others who gather like a school of fish, swimming in unison, following the leader, a...

The sound of the quiet wakes me. My ears strain to absorb the white noise of life sleeping, the molecules of sound that lay like a blanket o...

I can’t write myself out of unhappiness. Trust me, I’ve tried, for I’ve believed happiness lies at the end of a sentence. So on the days tha...

My son lost his breakfast somewhere between the kitchen and the car this morning. We both assumed that as he piled up all the necessary belo...

Today the wind blows wickedly as if to challenge my request for colder weather, and I think of the carrot danglers, those who make promises ...

Because I’m superstitious, I tip better than custom dictates. I factor in how long I occupied the booth at my favorite diner and tack on a b...

The quiet. I am thinking of the quiet, of the writing in the writing, the wondering when I’ll find my way back to the writing, the wordplay ...

I suspected it, but I couldn’t have known for sure, not until the veil lifted, not until the deed was done, not until the declaration of Pre...

Today I woke with optimism, optimism that has been missing for so long, optimism that had vanished like a friend who goes on a roadtrip prom...

The vegan man, the ‘Meat is Murder’ guy on the boardwalk, scoffed when I let my dog pee on a lamppost. Under his breath he mumbled, “People ...

The jagged edges of a scene, those who can leave and those trapped inside. You escape on horseback, and enter the desert, but looking back y...

[From a folder of pieces started and abandoned. I bring them forth now.] My son climbed into my car yesterday, a look of sadness on his face...

I’m not sure who I am right now, whether words will return to me, whether I’ll find the desire to speak. So I dig down to what I’ve known be...

I find it extremely ironic that the only page that won't load on my iPod Touch via the NY Times app is the technology page.

The teen years and silence. So much is said about how our children retreat, pull inward, keep thoughts to self. That is yet to be my reality...

The road that took me away brought me back. Forget jet lag. There’s road jag, the brain trailing behind the speeding vehicle, reaching out t...

Please come say hi, but don't blow my cover. Tattoo Highway - issue 17 (500 word fiction contest) (and if you need more info to locate...

I spent the weekend in memory. Memory, as if it were a place. A passerby, had there been one, pausing long enough to peek into my bedroom wo...

“You grew up here. You played tennis.” She says it both as a statement and a question. The new dermatologist looks over my body like a surve...

Strange things are happening in my home. Very strange things. Three days ago I parked in front of the desktop computer, the one I’ve largely...

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Yesterday my son and I got lost in Los Angeles traffic. Not really lost, but delayed. Confined. Streets immobilized by what I later learned ...