My Boob the Star
I’m alive, nourished by prayer and a gentle surgeon’s hands. The day began before dawn in the rain. Dramas in… read more
I’m alive, nourished by prayer and a gentle surgeon’s hands. The day began before dawn in the rain. Dramas in… read more
Flying into Memphis last night the city lit up in bright Tennessee orange as the M bridge pointed the way… read more
They call it Spa Brain. It’s hard to get outside your self after being so into yourself trying to improve… read more
Of all the moments of memory from this week at The Golden Door, none equals the meditation hike. It’s a… read more
At 5:15, the phone rings. No one is on the other end of the line. It’s the wakeup machine. Time… read more
Swans at the Bel Air Hotel In my teen years, California was that raunchy state where questionable folk did unusual… read more
SIGH The large mustard colored envelope was bulky with cancer: all kinds of pamphlets and booklets about the myths and… read more
photo: Waiting for the Sun Wall Street knows the agony of waiting to hear what’s going to happen next. Will… read more
I ran from the shower to answer the phone, pressing my left breast firmly against me so it wouldn’t jiggle…. read more
The Morning After Yesterday a storm poured through the Mid-South. Schools closed early. A first grader commented, “They’re closing the… read more