The other day, while I was putting on my shoes to take Sprocket for a walk, I was inspired to write a few haiku about her. I share them with you here: Four-legged smile The dog of my heart and dreams Sprocket, I love you =-=-=-=-=-=-= Good Girl […]
Written in 1983. Why are we all different? Is it because the flowers are so? Is it because the animals are so? Or is it because there is a lesson to learn? It would be so simple to be all of one colour, all of one faith, and all of […]
I guess there are times when you need to be reminded that there are very superficial business people out there. Last week I got an email in response to my resume posted on Craig’s List. This is what it said: “Can you send references and salary history?” That’s it. No […]
Nothing riles me more than being accused of something I have not done. For example, when I was in college I was playing a game of Scruples with my roommate and her friends. The basis of the games is a set of cards, each with a morally ambiguous situation. As […]
The other day, I was thinking how much I’m enjoying spending time with my wonderful dog, Sprocket. And then it occurred to me that being between jobs has its perks. The past month I’ve been able to really enjoy my dog’s company and spend quality time with her. We go […]
Back in my December 16, 2006, post, I mentioned that there were wild parrots here in SoCal. Well, this morning, as I took my dog for a walk to the post office to mail some letters, I was finally rewarded with the opportunity to take close ups of these guys.
In The Golden Voyage of Sinbad (1974), Sinbad says at some point, “Trust in Allah, but tie up your camel!” I’ve always liked that quote. It’s kind of a snarky way to say, “God helps those who help themselves.” I bring this up because I’m going to have to trust […]
I’ve really been noticing birds lately. Maybe its because they’re singing their little hearts out. The last several weeks, I’ve been watching woodpeckers in my neighborhood. They flit from palm tree to deciduous tree and back, occasionally pecking at the wood, but most of the time singing. I didn’t know […]
Torg is a character from my first novel (working title “Patricia Arian Richfield”). His name has an interesting story: In my copy of The Sword of Shannarra, there was a pull out painting of the characters by the Hildebrandt’s in the center. Their rendering of Hendel looked more like a […]
