I needed to get into the doorway, but the closer I got, the harder the wind blew. I leaned forward, my body angling steeply, my feet struggling for purchase. The thought occurred to me, “Relax” and as it did, I … Continue reading Walking Against the Wind
It’s been a little over four weeks since I moved out of Stage Left Studio, and began my loveandworktour. I am getting used to my new status as a woman on the road, living out of suitcases, and finding ways … Continue reading Leaving behind the Stairway of Death
I’m in Atlanta, reconnecting with old friends and staying with my sister Laine. I lived here from 1978 to 1989. It was here that I confirmed my life in show business. I moved here from Albuquerque after doing my first … Continue reading The Love Part of the Tour
The man at Ace Hardware said “This is the hatchet I would want,” and he pulled down a small axe, with an embossed leather sheath. “Nice,” I said, resisting the urge to run my finger down the sharp blade, “but … Continue reading Picking a Good Hatchet
I lay like a dead thing for nearly eleven hours, except for that one time I got up to pee. Struggling out of my stupor, I tried to orient myself. “Where am I? Oh, yes. I’m on the couch at … Continue reading Desperate Move
I dug my fingernails into the stem, forcing the woody fibers apart. “Damn you, plant! Get out of that pot!” I tore at the beautiful green thing, crying in desperation. I wanted to keep the pretty green glass container that … Continue reading Botanical Crime of Passion
My ponytail palm has offed itself. I think it perceived my feelings that day a few weeks ago, when I stopped to consider what I would do with it when I moved out. I stood looking at it, thinking, “It’s … Continue reading My ponytail palm has offed itself.