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THE NEXT RIGHT THING

David, I would do it all again behind the veil of unknowing. Any twist in our backstory could have led to a different future. I’m grateful that you were in mine. I love your forever. This is my choice. To us! – Deborah

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ON RESONANT LOVE

In the elusive landscape between memory and time, I explore grief, art, and cosmic connection to reveal a love undiminished by death— resonant, requited, and eternally unfolding.

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MONOLOGUE SHOWCASE

You are invited! My writing. Professional actors. Memoir- Monologue Showcase. 5-minute stories. Join me! Live. Virtual. Free. Register.

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September, 2023

As bright summer days wane into the amber of the autumn equinox, I find my psyche returning to the fragile landscape of shock and grief when the nucleus of my family was ruptured. 22-years later, our avowed devotion is the flame which ignites an unwavering pursuit of truth and justice to hold sovereign nations accountable for their role in supporting and carrying out acts of terrorism on American citizens, on our nation’s soil.

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The Promise

And I said: “Dear, I promise to love you forever, and you said: I promise I’ll never leave you.
July 25, 1987.

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What Holds Me Back?

What is the force that drives the code I cannot crack, why can’t I step out of my shell what holds me back? I’ve read “how-to” books got keys to success from T.V., but still I haven’t figured out, how this all applies to me. Sure I make out my lists what goes and what […]

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My Departed Darlings

This poem is the fifth of a 365-day project I began last week. Though my plans neither include completing nor posting my daily writings, I felt complled to post today’s exercise on this day of multiple duality, 2/22/2022.

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On Being A Beginner, Again

I know how to do a lot of things. I know how to search for a missing person with a toothbrush and a comb. I know how to stage a funeral when there’s no body, and how to resurrect a broken one. I know how to take my child to a doctor when the bleeding […]

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Superbowl Sunday

I’m not an American football fan. The oldest in a family of three girls, I didn’t grow up around football. My father was on the high school track team in the 1950’s and my mother was cheerleader and an usherette in high school. I ran track and Cross Country and played Little League Softball throughout […]

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