One day at a time. Right? As I waited in line to cross the San Francisco Bay Bridge from Oakland, the agent waved me past the tollbooth. “Keep going. She’s
Without so much as a flirt, I already I had a mark against me. I’d been rejected by the online photo police for posting a picture that was too revealing.
The going wisdom in the world of online dating is “You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince (or princess).” But I had to overcome
Outside the deck two birds wade in birdseed, one small, a dark-eyed junco, the other, twice her size, a brown- headed cowbird a step away from my geranium, quaking its
This is from my novel-in-progress, Pulp Into Paper. Brenda Shawn trained her flashlight on the ground and landed in the water on something soft and squishy. She shook her boot
Down the stairs of my condominium and across Campus Drive to Leona Canyon Open Space Preserve. In April and May, I canter past an expanse of wild radish and California