Dear Lord, I was blownaway. Though I had been in theatre for decades, and was teaching it, and directingRead More
She doesn’t hesitate
to pick up Pele after the
little beast has been shredding
one piece of furniture or another.
She simply scoops her
onto her shoulder with a
little “now, now, you know
better than that” as her gnarly
husband quietly considers
drop kicking the cat through the
gold post of life. Oh sure, she plays
soccer like a pro and has a kind of
psychotic sense of humor,
and does horizontal jumps off the
back of the leather sofa after approach-
ing it from the back of the house at 60 mph.
But Sue is not daunted.
“She’ll calm down; we’ve only
had her a couple of months.” It
just seems longer to narley Charlie.
“We’ll just put her in time
out when she’s bad, and let
her know we love her, and civilize
her fury little butt.” You can bet the
farm on it. Sue and Job have things in common.
Working productively isits own reward. Boring paint- ing allows thinking of more import- ant things than the completed job,Read More
I don’t really knowwhy he gave it to me all those years ago, but I’m guessing Laura didn’tRead More
There is time to thinkof the moment only if I have consciousness; I do mean, mind you, the act of being un-asleep.Read More
There we were dancingupstairs by the window wall Nicole and Casie and I, maybe when they were four and five, maybe to Dylan’s Hey Mr. Tambourine Man.Read More
I was a naïve twelveor so when Harry Randall’s folks gave me a job at their little dairy in western most El Segundo.Read More
More than fortyyears has slipped away from the sounds long de- parted as I drove aimlessly home.Read More
A hawk, inall its glory, perches only a few feet from where I sit, a hawk, mind you, thoseRead More