Lenore Weiss

Elsa considered the need to search for a wig, maybe become a blonde, but decided, no, to stick to her natural color, although at this… Read More »The Death Cafe

I climbed, or more exactly, drove up the hill. Over the last seven years, developers had transformed Campus Drive from a weed patch leading to… Read More »Homelesness on Top of the Hill

I spent my life married to an assortment of alcoholics, musicians and mental patients who made interesting, but unreliable mates. Clearly, I wasn’t getting younger… Read More »Start of Something Big

In that moment, I knew what to do—sat in front of  my computer exactly twenty-four hours before my flight was scheduled, got ready to enter… Read More »From Peanuts to Numbers at Southwest Airline

When I’m in a Walt Whitman state of mind I want to hug every new mother I see wheeling a sleeping infant in a stroller,… Read More »A Walt Whitman State of Mind

The begonia survived the winter wind Smashing its pot on the porch Bits falling down the stairs like a slinky Heading toward the bottom Picked… Read More »New Beginnings: for Mara

I had two older sisters, but grew up feeling like an only child. We were five years apart and I was the youngest. My sisters… Read More »Sister Love (to be continued)

Working as a writer in the computer industry suited me fine. First, I contracted at engineering companies. I moved on to other positions. My role… Read More »Notes Made in Melted Margarine

I did not go looking for Mable Pyne. She found me. Knowing I enjoyed books, my partner’s daughter gifted me with The Little Geography of the… Read More »Mable Pyne Found Me

I will be at Clio’s March 26, 7-9pm with Lee Rossi and Paul Corman Roberts. Each of us will share from published work, offering glimpses… Read More »Influence, Reinvention and Work that Endures: A Discussion With Three Bay Area Writers