Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyThis is Fifty-FiveThe world may be a crazy place but my birthday was a day of celebration — and I got an email from Maria Shriver!Feb 53Feb 53
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyWriters Plan and God LaughsI am too busy checking watchduty.org to write every day.Jan 14Jan 14
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyTwenty-Nine Days Until Fifty-FiveSo I missed a day? Don’t judge me. Read my Ode to Perimenopause instead.Jan 7Jan 7
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyThirty-One Days Until Fifty-FiveLife is like an uphill hike.Jan 6Jan 6
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyThirty-Two Days Until Fifty-FiveAs the numbers changed, we changed, too.Jan 4Jan 4
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyThirty-Three Days Until Fifty-FiveI hate running but I love my son.Jan 3Jan 3
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyThirty-Four Days Until Fifty-FiveIt’s all about the love.Jan 2Jan 2
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyThirty-Five Days Until Fifty-FiveAt 7 am on January 1, 2025, my first miracle of the year had already occurred.Jan 1Jan 1
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyDreams of My MotherI would like to think she is a harbinger of better days to come.Sep 25, 20241Sep 25, 20241
Published inSleepless in the San Fernando ValleyGrief is StickyThe poet finds his departed mother on the breeze. I want mine next to me in line at Trader Joe’s. I guess that’s why I’m not a poet.Sep 6, 2024Sep 6, 2024