Gussie’s mouth was frothy with the insides of cattails after our tug-of-war over the long stalk of the cat tail. I cleared out her mouth and we started again, most of the lighter-than-air tendrils clotting in her mouth but others erupting to drift out into the air until we were both covered. Ana laughed. Diane […]
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For the most part, the men I have met over the seven years I’ve participated in social introduction sites have fizzled out – either through lack of interest, lack of memory or just plain lack of fuel to keep a long-distance relationship going. There is just one who has lasted as our relationship has evolved from friendship to seduction to
The first heart had been sitting on my kitchen steps on the morning of the first Valentines Day after my husband Bob’s death. I’d brushed it off the step as I opened the back door to feed the cats but had seen a flash of silver and retrieved it from the yerba buena. It would
First of all, in Mexico, almost everyone has them: flat rooftops. They are reached by stairs or by wrought iron ladders attached to the side of the buildings or by tightly spiraled metal staircases. Many serve the purpose of a security system by serving as home for the family “roof dog.” These dogs, not as plentiful nor as
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My closet rattles. One door is slightly ajar. Something is being batted about on the floor inside. A paw is visible now and then when it comes close to the bottom edge of the door. Once a nose with white whiskers peeks out, then shoots back in like a jack-in-the-box. My tiny new kitten was
An Intimate Encounter With Huichol Art The Huichols (who call themselves the Wixarika, meaning “prophets” or “healers) are one of the oldest indigenous cultures in Mexico and are said to be the one least touched by the modern world. Although it is often said that they are descendants of the Aztecs, the Huichols actually predate
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Poems of Metamorphosis By Margaret Van Every A fan of Margaret Van Every’s poetry for many years (I read her book Saying Her Name three times), I am delighted to review her new poetry collection In a Better Place: Poems of Metamorphosis (February ’24). Here the word “metamorphosis” refers to our final transition. This book
“Halo everybody, Halo. Halo is the shampoo that glorifies your hair, so Halo everybody, Halo.” This scrap of memory from my dream has led me backwards in time to an early morning 70 years before. My dad is long gone, out to feed the cattle or survey the wheat crop, my older sisters have vanished
Today as I walked by a shelf in my art studio, I read a glue label marked “Permanent Bond,” and my mind flashed back to when my niece gave birth. Excited over this first member of the fourth generation of our extant family, I had flown to Iowa from California and my mother had flown
I felt a strange touch on the back of my neck, like spiderwebs or cotton candy, but in spite of the unlikelihood of finding either in the antiseptic hospital room, I put my hand to the back of my neck in an exploratory gesture. Finding nothing there, I returned my hand to its automatic turning
