River cut through the orange orchard to save a few minutes. Perfect timing allowed her to dally at the library and still get home by 6:00 for dinner. It didn’t matter where she went, or what she did, as long as she hit her mark at the table when the first dishes came out of […]
Farm to Table It’s no secret that I love to cook, or that now I’ve retired, I’m officially Beyond Cuckoo. (Well, that part I’m still working on—but more about that soon.) This week, canvas bags in hand and like Ina Garten, husband in tow, I hit the Wednesday Santa Rosa Farmers Market. For those that […]
I stood behind the 8mm Brownie Movie Camera at the 1961 Macy’s Day Parade. My Dad had his finger on the trigger. I squirmed to the front for a better look. Nothin’ more to say–a caption attached to a moment in time and space.
Nuchu River grabbed a breakfast burrito from the food truck at the downtown outdoor market in Las Cruces. That and a steaming hot Latté pushed Dusty’s demise from her mind. Passionate about shopping she bought clothing, jewelry and art on her expense account. It was easy to stay under her daily allowance if she traded […]
With the wind and a few distant coyotes as her only company, River pulled the blanket closer. She longed for the touch of a human hand and tried to recall how it felt to be wanted. She had given up on love long ago, but hated to be alone. Men didn’t stick around, but at […]