My father died February 23rd. In Toronto I found myself staring at all the city’s bare trees whose limbs stretch up to a winter sky. There is comfort in nature’s patient wait for spring.
Category Archives: Remembering
The Country Squire That Saved Our Lives
The green vinyl back of the front seat is icy against my hand as we slide to a thumping, abrupt stop in the snow drift. I see him in slow motion. Straight through the windshield of a mini van. Flying right by my window. My mittens come off. The carpet is damp as I scramble…
Disappointed
My freshman year in college I missed my French exam. Yup. Missed it. Not on purpose. I had the date wrong. Yup. The wrong date. I was off by twenty-four hours. I remember sitting in class on a Tuesday and the French teacher talking about the exam the following day. I opened up my calendar…
No Memory
I’m in Kindergarten. It’s recess time. My mouth is dry. I need to use the bathroom but we don’t go to the bathroom until after recess. I cross my legs, waiting for the teacher to tell us we can get up. I try to think of an excuse so I don’t have to go outside…
The Perfect Hiding Spot
My sister and I carved out a little niche Among the steamer trunks. The crates. The suitcases. The boxes. Just enough space for Spindly little girls. We held club meetings with Musty odors that told tales of travel From days long past. We giggled and whispered, Creating our own magical narratives, The furnace fire roaring…
Authentic Chocolate Pie
We’re in Tennessee visiting my mother in law, and when she showed me her mother’s old box of recipes I couldn’t resist opening it and scouring the clipped and hand written recipes collected on a Virginia farm in the 1940s and 1950s. Tomato aspics, Pineapple Cheese salad, and French Fried Onions fried in one inch…
Smoky
It’s Saturday afternoon and I’m lying out by my apartment complex pool with a stack of unread scripts next to me. I’m wearing my hot pink bikini. I’m alone. The base beat and echoes of chatter drift down from The Mondrian Hotel pool above me. With it comes the lingering odor of cigarette smoke. I…
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These are my stories about surviving Hollywood, parenting two girls, and relocating to Las Vegas from Los Angeles, all while consuming a lot of chocolate. -
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