Women.  We glide and slide and bump and birth.  We’re petals of pink easily torn apart, yet when torn, we turn strong as iron.  We fight to keep what little we have only to give it all away.  We drive like maniacs and love like crazy.  Once we love you, you’ll be loved forever — [...]

It’s monsoon time in the desert.  We’ve actually been in “monsoon season” for a few weeks, but last evening was the first evidence of it in my area.  Fundamentally, monsoon is linked more to a shift in winds than precipitation, as evidenced by shrieking dust storms followed by three fat drops of rain.  In fact, [...]

Sad news regarding one of my favorite living authors.  I’ve never done this before, but today I reprint an article from the Belfast Telegraph, in full, because I don’t know how to either add to or take away from the amazing life and work of Frank McCourt:

Angela’s Ashes author Frank McCourt ‘may have weeks [...]

Writing is to descend like a miner to the depths of the mine with a lamp on your forehead; a light whose dubious brightness falsifies everything, whose wick is in permanent danger of explosion, whose blinking illumination in the coal dust exhausts and corrodes your eyes.
Blaise Cendrars (Swiss/French)
For several months of the year, Phoenix resembles [...]

So here’s how it went:  I told on my husband.  I gave away his nighttime secret — to the doctor, no less.  There we were, two happy little people sitting in the doctor’s office, following up on some teensy-weensy little medicine change, when I blurted out a statement that shall forever change the way Dan [...]

My parents claimed often and vociferously that I was born with my grandfather’s white-hot Irish temper.  They swore there wasn’t a diaper change, a feeding, a bath … a moment …  that wasn’t accompanied by needle sharp shrieks that melted every microscopic cochlear hair deep inside the whorls of their ears.  They claimed that the [...]