Category: scribbler

I don’t want to think it is, but it is. it’s us. on the inside,…

    There are days I wake up and I don’t recognize the face in…

Ma: You’re hair looks good, did you do something?

Dear Spambots, I am not Black. Or Christian. Or Dating. So, please, enough with all that….

I’m getting used to seeing her on the north corner of 84th Street and 37th…

what’s the sound of two edies talking? If a boy wants you to do something,…

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My mother was born on Friday the 13th, except it was a Thursday. Don’t bother…

Keep your sun-drenched days and well-oiled bodies. When the wind rips limbs off trees. Pushes…

When I was a girl we lived across from a parking lot. On the other…

Midnight. Spooning with Mr. Crazy Pants.  My back to the window where a gentle early…

Sometimes, when I’m stuck in a never ending line of traffic. When even though I’m…

I keep getting confused between Rachel Shukert and Jillian Lauren. Both of them have hot…

It was a lovely wedding in a neighborhood church that welcomes all possibilities of love….

All my life –seriously, all my life, and that is considerable at this point, all…

I’m a shelter dog at heart. It’s not even well hidden. If you’ve never been…

I hear dead people. I heard them call my name when no one was there….

I have a bum leg. Actually, it’s a bum foot. A motorcycle accident in  ’79…

In case you were wondering, I can be seduced by good music. When the music…

There’s a Sufi poet, Hafiz (the best translations are the ones by Daniel Ladinsky).  Hafiz…

I had to take a little time off from the “other” blog, from writing in…

I recently found myself trying to talk an Executive team into allowing their employees the…

I’m driving and the music is blasting. Frequently. There are certain bands, certain music that…

Last night I had dinner with the Death Doulas. I haven’t talked about this before,…