Wednesday, April 30, 2008


Some of the residents of the Isle of Lesbos in the Aegean Sea have filed a lawsuit against the world's gay women for use of the name, "lesbian". Lesbos is the birthplace of ancient poet Sappho who espoused love between women. The residents of Lesbos claim they don't feel comfortable calling themselves Lesbians anymore. Their capitol is Mytilene. Maybe the gay women of the world could call themselves Mytilenians instead.

Hang in there

Card I got from Irene today.

Dream fulfilled

All my life I wanted to be a writer working from home. And here I am. Of course there is not a lot of money being exchanged and some days not a lot of writing. But this is home. And here I am.

Now you see it, now you don't

Money has always been mysterious to me. Ever since my 1st banking experiences with my mother where I was surrounded by dark wood and barred windows and grim men in frameless glasses who wore vests and never looked up as their hands flew over the pages of my mother's bank book, furiously stamping each page and wisking our cash away into the dark recesses beyond the counter.

Hope springs eternal

That's the thing about a new day.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

It was a dark and stormy night..

My inner crow is crying out tonight.

Monday, April 28, 2008

The golfer

During part of our childhood my brother and I lived in Van Nuys in the San Fernando Valley. Because of its proximity to Hollywood a lot of actors lived in the area. Andy Devine leased his swimming pool to the city and every week my dad dropped us off for a couple of hours. I was in my aspiring actress period and would spend my 2 hours standing at the chain link fence watching for "Jingles" to appear. One day he did. I expected him to look like Bill Hickok's sidekick but he looked more like a golfer. I was disappointed to say the least and almost didn't mind not being "discovered".

Seems rational to me

Who in their right mind wouldn't be trying to escape about now?

The Birds

We have a bird's nest right outside our backdoor in the patio. The nest is small and so perfectly constructed it looks like it came from Pier One. Inside the nest are 4 pale blue speckled eggs. Every time we come and go the poor parents freak out and fly to the fence leaving the 4 blue eggs exposed. We think they're Red-Breasted nutfinches but we're not sure. They've taken to attacking us when we open the back door. We're in a quandry...

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Everything is under control

This is the best news.

The bottom line

"Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all."
William Goldman, 'The Princess Bride'

Ahead of my time

I've been living with drought for months now and summer isn't even here.

Friday, April 25, 2008

Lost in the crowd

One of the neat things about being part of the herd, no one has a clue what you're up to.


One hour. Is that too much to ask?

Jockeying for position

Annie Bones latest misbehavior is her insane barking at crows. She stands on her two back feet, points her head to the sky and goes beserk.
Me: Hey, don't you know the crow is my totem animal?
Annie B: I thought I was your totem animal.
Me: Well, you'll do in a pinch.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

My big break

Okay, so I've finished writing my novel and now I'm just sitting here waiting for a publisher to call. I'll be back to blogging just as soon as I hear something.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

In the zone

I've been working on the Great American Novel. I'll be back soon.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

La Paloma

Our grandson, Amadisto drew this wonderful wild bird and sent it in today's mail. How did he remember how much we love birds? Thank you, Booj. You are without question the best abstract expressionist of your generation!


Through the hall, into the "nest".

Don't ask

"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

Friday, April 18, 2008

A fast one

I used to be one for capers. I loved the mysterious odd path a person could take just for the sake of outwitting.
Unfortunately the most daring thing I've been involved in lately is sneaking my own candy into the movie theater. Known these days as life on the edge.

Calling it like it is

I like things that are presented the way they are. No euphemisms or sugar coating. My mother used to have a bottle of mouth wash called "Red Mouth Wash". Not Mountain Stream or Lava Flow, just Red Mouth Wash. She used to bring it out of the bathroom, "Hah!" she'd say pointing to the label. She liked that. She would have appreciated seeing this sign in her front yard.

The Cow Pasture Mystery

I had a friend, Gloria who told me she'd once been plucked from the middle of her cow pasture and abducted by a UFO.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"How could you make up something like that?"
"What was it like?" I asked.
"What was what like?" she asked

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Restless reader

Me: "I don't have anything to read."

Irene: "What about those books?"

Me: "No, I mean to read."

Queens and things

At the flea I found a bumper sticker that said, "God Save the Queens".
"How much?" I asked.
The two young sellers conferred with each other. After a short conference one came over to me. She was obviously uncomfortable.
"It says queens not queen," she said. I swear she was blushing.
"I know. I get it," I said.
But you have to give them credit. They were obviously trying to save an old lady from publicly embarrassing herself. I paid them a dollar. It never ended up on my car. I just liked it the sentiment.

French lessons

I had a French teacher in college who was late to class every day. She'd wander in, her hair flying in all directions, her oxford shoes untied, her sweater covered with dog hair.
It seems she drove her beat up station wagon through town picking up stray dogs. Sometimes her car was a riot of unruly dogs tearing into 50 pound bags of dog food she kept there.
She was so distracted she almost never seemed to remember why she'd come to class. But she seemed to be well-meaning.
I lasted 6 weeks and I'm not even sure she spoke French. I know I don't.

Wild west

Many remember Dale Evans and her horse Buttermilk. I remember Dale in Victorville where she lived, standing in the check-out line at Thrifty's Drug cradling a quart of gin and a box of Loreal hair dye. Buttermilk was no where in sight.


Yesterday I got all spiffed up and stepped out. In public. I thought I looked good so I felt good. When I got home I happened to run my hand over the back of my head. There on the crown was a huge tuft of hair, a snarl the size of a tornado. I reminded myself of one of those really old women on buses going downtown, the ones who wear big dots of rouge on their cheeks and only comb the front of their hair. Just the part they can see.


When I was a kid I bought a spot on a space ship for a quarter. I found the ad in the back of a comic book and it assured me I would be one of the first to launch. For years I trembled every time the phone rang. I feared it was my time to go. I've been afraid of heights ever since.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008


The eyes have it.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Virtual adventure

A friend and I were talking about "returning to the land". To some funky place out in the middle of no where that didn't cost a mil. A place to have animals, smell the sage. Elbow room.
"Is there a town nearby?" I ask.
"Or a doctor?" she adds.
"What about plumbing?" I wonder.
"What about killers?" she's thinking.
"I'm afraid comfort has eroded my will", she says.
"Yeah, mine too."
"Maybe we could visit this place?"
"Where is it, exactly?"

Saturday, April 12, 2008

Gray matters

I don't know. It was here a moment ago.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Becoming Mom

I have become my mother. Some time ago I mentioned that my mom used to whiz around her house in socks sprayed with some kind of cleaner. It was her idea of housework. Now I have my very own footwear. No spraying necessary but you DO have to take different routes through the house for this method to be effective.

Dog breath

Annie Bones loves to dig in the sand at the beach. Yesterday she found a sand crab, two French fries, a German Sheppard and a long buried sea lion. This is the same face she wakes me up with in the morning. (make larger to fully appreciate.)

Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Writer

My son, Aaron McCarroll Gallegos, a longtime contributor to Sojourners magazine, has written the cover story for their April edition. If you have very keen eyes you can see his name on the cover. To read his articles click here and here.

Early promise

When I was ten I started a neighborhood newspaper, printed it on the mimeograph machine in our attic and charged a nickel a copy. On the side I gave running lessons to all the kids on my block. It's a wonder I don't have one of those early morning paper routes today, skittling through the dark streets in my Keds. Honing all those early skills.

Doldrum disasters

Imagine who Sarah might be today if she'd only heard the rest of the story.

Rush hour

I could stay out here forever.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008


We all have our dreams. Some are just more modest than others.

Then what?

My good friend, Joanne was a transplant from NYC. She ended up in San Francisco in a house with a little yard.

"Wow! A yard!" I exclaimed.

"What do you do with a yard?" she asked.

"It's like people who go to the woods. You get there, you see a tree and then what do you do?" she wanted to know.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

March Madness?

Okay, while I love to watch most sports on TV I've never been able to get into basketball. I tried once as a bonding experience with one of my sons. We watched an entire game together. But I pretty much hated it, (the game, not the bonding.)
My question is, WHEN does it end? Why don't they call it March through April Madness? Why toy with us like this?

Service with a smile

Today while I meandered through a local store I almost bumped into a woman with a cart. She backed up and in a very (sorry, Katie, but really) New York accent said:
"Sorry to bother you. I'll send your waitress right over. Before your nap."
(Well, excuuuse me.)

Kitchen catastrophies

My mother wasn't a very good cook either. But she was a creative cook.
Every year she grew a quarter acre of tomatoes and apricots, peaches, etc. And every year she dragged out the family pressure cooker and canned things. And every year, the pressure cooker exploded.
The 30 pound cast iron lid would hit the ceiling with a brilliant display of tomato or fruit. My discouraged mother would go to her room and for days our job was to clean the walls and ceiling. Canning season was a contentious time at our house. It didn't look at all like "Dinah" holding her gleaming cooker in her tidy green suit.

Homeland Security

Besides the daring display on the Bridge yesterday, what about the 2.1 million dollars the feds give the SF bridge people every year for security?
Boy, good thing those Students for a Free Tibet weren't Mafia or Reds or something more sinister.
(I understand security personnel was nearby at a security meeting when the climb began.)

The answer my friend

Way to go, Bob.

Monday, April 7, 2008

One World, One Dream

Advance notice.

Grins required?

This morning at the post office I saw a sign that said, "Positive ID required." Does that mean mandatory smiles on our driver's licenses or what?

Weather report

There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of mind.
- Annie Dillard.

Savings plan

I woke up dreaming: What is an itch and why does scratching help? That's it, no swirling images or lingering thoughts. The most economic of dreams.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Dog angst

If Annie Bones could write she'd be churning out angst-ridden poetry. We try to keep her away from bridges.