a plan for the future

Should I have the privilege of living to a ripe old age, I anticipate having to work until 70 before tapping into retirement benefits that may or may not exist by 2040. If I continue making my living by writing, that means another 24 years spent sitting at a desk, staring at a lighted box and type-type-typing theContinue reading “a plan for the future”

the view from here

  Morning breaks on Christmas Eve. December 24. Just like last year. James and the dogs are still sleeping. The only sounds are the clicking of my keyboard, our whirring refrigerator and seabirds passing overhead. I might also be slurping my coffee a little since no one’s within earshot. Our weather, cold and rainy, reminds me ofContinue reading “the view from here”

like flies on the same turd

In my ongoing search to find some people for us to drink wine with ’round these parts, I was thinking that maybe I would go to the weekly poetry slam in Monterey (they encourage all sorts of performance, not just poetry). You know, meet some other writers. Maybe we’d have something in common. I disliked themContinue reading “like flies on the same turd”

wine and Bukowski on a Saturday night

You know how the things you do when no one’s watching are often more illuminating of your character than what you do when people are around? Well, James is out of town this weekend, and I poured my first glass of wine today at 4:30PM. So I guess I need to think about what thatContinue reading “wine and Bukowski on a Saturday night”

seven year bitch (not really)

As of this weekend, James and I have been together for seven years. That’s a long time. To celebrate, we went out to dinner. A foursome sat down at the table next to us, and one of the men proudly proclaimed to have “both Aspergers and ADHD.” He appeared to be with his mother. TheContinue reading “seven year bitch (not really)”