Back in New Orleans.

  I walk through the teaming, busy streets of New Orleans, jazz notes always playing, as if the sidewalks themselves ooze with music.  It is twelve years post Katrina, and thoughts of the recent California fires, our fires, come to mind. I cannot help but compare the two. The last time I visited, a year…

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Dear Santa. What the world needs now…

    Buy me no baubles and I’ll save you the trinkets. Here are the gifts we really need this holiday season. This gifts we give all year. This gifts for which we forget to send thank you notes. The gifts that shape the giver. My Christmas list for the world. The gift of listening.…

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Ancient Dreams

  I rise early on winter mornings, puzzling over my chaotic dreams, trying to make out the path through the forest of my mind. It’s there, if I give it my attention. Last night’s version: A young guy asks me if I want to get high. Strangely, I agree.  We keep searching for a hiding…

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Sonoma Rising.

Yesterday, I returned to Sonoma for the first time since the wild fires. My fear of facing the changes the wrought by the fires kept me from pressing too hard on the gas.  Not long after I passed the Sonoma line, my heart clenched as I passed acres of blackened hills. Cows grazed on the…

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This heart-breaking world journey.

The events of late, from hurricanes to the horrible event in Las Vegas, leave us breathless, so aware of our fragility, and lack of control. Yesterday I listened to the interview of a man in Puerto Rico, describing how he used his body as a shield, surrounding his son “like a shell”, while their house…

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Claiming My Chaos

“You’re the calm in the middle of the storm.” People have said to me. “You kind of thrive in chaos,” a friend added recently. That didn’t sit so well. It’s not like I want my life to be crazy. It just happens. Although I can’t deny that crisis has a way of bringing out my…

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New Winery, Old Friends, Perfect Alchemy

My husband, daughter and a few of our closest friends sink into extra deep couches at a new winery on the Sonoma Square. I am between edits on my forth-coming novel, and am determined to enjoy the novel’s setting while I wait. Rancho Maria, on 1st Street, next to the (ever delicious) Harvest Moon Café,…

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