We sped down a clear freeway this morning. The sky was bright with an unearthly translucence that was almost blinding.
Of Life, Family and Homer
I sit in my white chair in the late afternoon gazing out into the sky. Through the open window I hear the birds idly gossiping, the odd car door slams and voices murmur in the street below.
For My Friend, With Love
My mind has been lost in time past recently. The father of one of my oldest school friends passed away a few weeks back
Simple Pleasures
We found ourselves without the children my husband and I, on a sunny Sunday afternoon. I hadn’t been feeling as bright as usual for one reason or another
Belated Birthday Wishes
It was Mr Dylan’s eightieth birthday a couple of weeks ago. It’s been an interlude where I’ve read a few truly wonderful pieces from those who love the man and his work.
A Jacaranda Paradise
The last week in May and first week in June are the prettiest time of year in Los Angeles. The jacaranda trees are in bloom and life just seems to sing.
Windows Of The Sea
We walked along the beach this afternoon my daughter and I. She gathered shell fragments and I watched the footprints appear and disappear in the sand. The ocean was choppy and strong and I thought of Poseidon.
Went To See The Gypsy
We took to the road again last week, stealing a few days to spend together as our daughter’s piano and ballet school, The French Conservatory, was having a recital in Las Vegas.
A Slow Train
I’m on the beach again with the ocean roaring in my ears. Today I hear darker voices calling through the sinew and muscle of the waves; I shiver as the cold water curls around my toes.
Daydreaming
My daughter and I headed out early this morning, a day packed with activities ahead of us. I took my usual place behind the wheel, admittedly somewhat frazzled due to all the preparations I had undertaken at a rather early hour.
Travelling Light
Los Angeles has come back to life with a roar these past two weeks, stirring memories of our first joyous encounter with this city many moons ago. We noticed the change whilst in the car on a weekday afternoon.
Dreams For Sale
The scent of honeysuckle was strong on the breeze this morning as I dropped my daughter off for an hour under a grey sky. Rain is arriving back in LA tomorrow and I couldn’t be happier.