ART AND LIFE
I’m working on a novel that takes place in Los Angeles, and deep into the story an earthquake shatters the city, leaving my characters scattered — separated from each other by damage and rubble. In order to find one another,
IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO GRIEVE
Friends of mine are grieving over their 14 year old dog. She was a family member, a quirky rescue girl who loved humans and hated other dogs, quickly turning into Cujo whenever she saw another canine. As far as she
A DOG’S LIFE
My name is Gracie Davis. I am a first time author and the dog-child of Patti Davis, who is also an author, although at the moment my book is doing better on Amazon than her books. I’m not gloating, I’m
GHOSTS AND TRACTOR BLADES
“There is no hiding from the childhood you have. It scrawls itself on your body, your spirit. We end up scrimshawed and there’s nothing we can do about it.” From Till Human Voices Wake Us, by Patti Davis (available on
WAITING FOR RAIN
I remember days and days of rain. I remember our backyard turning into a small pond and the smell of wet umbrellas and raincoats in the laundry area where they were tossed on top of the washer and dryer. I
TWITTER WARS
Every time I go on Twitter and click the “connect” icon to see who is saying what to me, my stomach clenches and my neck tightens. I don’t like Twitter. It has become an open door for people who hate
A DAUGHTER’S LAMENT
Nelson Mandela’s daughter, Makaziwe, has been unflinchingly honest about the cost of having a father who was known to millions and revered by nations. I’ve appreciated every moment of her honesty, and have identified with much of it.. She admitted
DEAR PRESIDENT OBAMA
On November 4th of this year I wrote a letter to President Obama about the pending decision of whether or not to de-list wolves from the Endangered Species Act. I had the letter sent from the Reagan Library; obviously they
LEARNING FROM NELSON MANDELA
“As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom I knew if I didn’t leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I’d still be in prison.” – Nelson Mandela How many of us could endure
PHILIP SEYMOUR HOFFMAN – LIFE, ART, LEGACY
Years ago, I watched a movie called Love Liza in which Philip Seymour Hoffman played a grief-stricken widower who starts huffing gasoline fumes. Hoffman’s desperation, his despair was so vivid I actually felt ill, as if I were also breathing