Category Archives: my partially fictionalized life

little bird

Today when I came home to South Coast I happened to stop in at the Far Inn.  When I passed by the front door I looked at my feet and there was a tiny brown songbird sitting very still on … Continue reading

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Candice’s Thighs

Candice’s thighs were like pillars to the gods They were so strong and so sure Like every bounce she had ever taken in her life Had built those hips, those thighs Every time I looked at her I saw the … Continue reading

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Free Ravin

  I am an artist.  You are probably an artist too.  Anyways, one of my passions in life is supporting the arts in general and the artists in specific.  One of my beautiful friends is a fabulous designer of jewelry, … Continue reading

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Crowdsourcing is the New Black

I recently had a really great idea. I am at an age when many people are asking the question, “do you want to have a baby?” I am a single woman choosing a creative path, no posh job with insurance … Continue reading

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Grandma Green

My great great great great Grandma Green was a whore, no really. She was a notorious whore who trailed along with the menfolk on the cattle runs during Florida’s Frontier days. So when this guy first started calling me Grandma … Continue reading

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Bowman

I am a writer.  One of my favorite forms is the screenplay because screenplays get turned into fantastic films and also because film making is such a collaborative process.  It really does take a village and every film set I’ve … Continue reading

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Passing Trains

She was about a hundred yards from the subway station when she saw him. Brown, shaggy hair and a strong but tamed beard. He was setting his backpack on the ground as he circled down to take a cross-legged seat … Continue reading

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