A Blog About Creativity
One June morning, I came home to find a small, obviously frightened bird hunkered down in front of my house. Mostly brown and white, she had a touch of blue on her crown. Her feathers were bedraggled as if she'd just woken up from a nap. A cliff … [Continue reading]
The following appeared in the SLO Review on April 21, 2023: At various times during the drafting and editing of my second novel, Cross Body Lead, I wondered if I was complicating my life by writing characters who didn’t look like me (I am … [Continue reading]
The Long-billed curlew is a beautiful shore bird, mottled reddish brown with an absurdly long, curved beak. If you live along the coast, you’ve probably seen them skittering up and down the tide line, poking their highly sensitive beaks into the … [Continue reading]
Cross Body Lead How far would you go to right an injustice? Billie Ochoa teaches Cold War politics. She’s edgy, charismatic and resolute, especially when it comes to advocating for the vulnerable and marginalized. When Evelyn Davis, a student in … [Continue reading]
Two Opportunities: In-person OR on Zoom! Sunday, January 9, 2022 from 1-3 pm (In-Person) Congregation Beth David 10180 Los Osos Valley Road San Luis Obispo, CA For map and directions Vaccinations and masks required (please be ready to show … [Continue reading]
I’m thrilled to announce that my second novel, Cross Body Lead, is now available from Bookshop.org where you can support your local bookstore. Or from your favorite retailer in paperback or Ebook. How far would you go to right an injustice? At … [Continue reading]
I recently challenged myself to give up watching TV for a week. I thought it would be hard to do, but I’m finding there are plenty of other, more engaging ways, to while away the evening. Like jigsaw puzzles and reading, listening to music, even … [Continue reading]
The last number of months, I’ve been praying every day. For safety. For courage. For peace. It has become part of my routine, like drinking tea in the morning or brushing my teeth. Most often, I lie quietly on the couch, but sometimes I pause along … [Continue reading]
They come out of nowhere, seemingly all at once. The tap, tap, tapping of a woodpecker in one of the dead sycamores in my yard. Then various chirps and twitters. Swirls of goldfinches; I hear the whisper of their wings. A chickadee. Bushtits and … [Continue reading]
It started with a pandemic. And a bird fluttering by my office window. Back and forth in my line of sight, distracting me from whatever seemed more important at the time. Paying bills or googling how to fix a running toilet. Or maybe I was making a … [Continue reading]
