A writer, blogger, mother, medical interpreter, bookaholic, grandmother, shower singer, translator, tea-aholic and an aspiring songwriter. Still writing her novel and wants to write at least one good song.
Naked bodies soaking in hot tubs under the California sun. Consciousness-raising (with and without hallucinogens), self-awareness at any price)—Esalen in the 1960s. Fritz Perls, founder
It happened to me when I took my son, then fourteen, to Neil Young’s Bridge School Benefit Concert. Searching for garlic fries, I suddenly stumbled on
Hot weather while social distancing temporarily distracted me from the search for the significant other. It’s an unromantic double whammy-pandemic plus global warming. For boomers like me who haven’t
The news feed for catastrophe changes hourly. Behind the front lines conjures images of Ukraine. Thank {feel free to insert your favorite deity} that Putin
Oh for the good old days, when holidays preparations and marital status were my only worries and celebrating Passover didn’t involve a real plague.
Oh for the good old days, when holidays preparations and marital status were my only worries and celebrating Passover didn’t involve a real plague.
The news feed for catastrophe changes hourly. Behind the front lines conjures images of Ukraine. Thank {feel free to insert your favorite deity} that Putin
Hot weather while social distancing temporarily distracted me from the search for the significant other. It’s an unromantic double whammy-pandemic plus global warming. For boomers like me who haven’t
It happened to me when I took my son, then fourteen, to Neil Young’s Bridge School Benefit Concert. Searching for garlic fries, I suddenly stumbled on
Naked bodies soaking in hot tubs under the California sun. Consciousness-raising (with and without hallucinogens), self-awareness at any price)—Esalen in the 1960s. Fritz Perls, founder
Naked bodies soaking in hot tubs under the California sun. Consciousness-raising (with and without hallucinogens), self-awareness at any price)—Esalen in the 1960s. Fritz Perls, founder
It happened to me when I took my son, then fourteen, to Neil Young’s Bridge School Benefit Concert. Searching for garlic fries, I suddenly stumbled on
Hot weather while social distancing temporarily distracted me from the search for the significant other. It’s an unromantic double whammy-pandemic plus global warming. For boomers like me who haven’t
The news feed for catastrophe changes hourly. Behind the front lines conjures images of Ukraine. Thank {feel free to insert your favorite deity} that Putin
Oh for the good old days, when holidays preparations and marital status were my only worries and celebrating Passover didn’t involve a real plague.