Cassandra speaks the truth but all we hear are riddles. She stands in the ruins of the battle she lost. Holds out her arms with bruises like confessions. We study their pattern, their shape, their color before asking, Where is your proof? Cassandra speaks to...
Photo of Nick Cave by by photographer Detlev Schneider My heart carries too much grief. My daughter’s constant struggle with her illness. The loss of dear friends, those who died from AIDS in the 1990’s and those I’ve lost to cancer now. The loss of my husband to...
Photo by Chris F on Pexels.com The colors glowing from within and along the surface of the glass sculpture mirrored the movement of the glass when it had been created. Flowing, rolling, expanding, curling… twining around itself and then upwards into a dream of...
I am writing a book that takes all of my creative energy and focus. That means I stopped blogging (a year ago!) so I could concentrate on writing a manuscript. Tonight, I felt the familiar compulsion that grows from the center of my solar plexus and presses against my...
Richard Hatch died yesterday of pancreatic cancer. He was 71. Reading the news, I felt as if I’d lost my first, dearest love. In a way I had. I have loved Richard Hatch since I first saw him on Battlestar Galactica when I was 11 years old in 1978. From the...
As a kid in the 1970’s, I loved Star Wars. But that’s not why I loved Carrie Fisher. To me, Carrie Fisher was more than Princess Leia, an icon from my childhood. She was a strong, outspoken, honest and creative woman. She was a role model. Carrie Fisher...
