This was actually written on the 2008 Anniversary of the Loma Prieta Earthquake, but I’m reposting it today.
They say sometimes animals can sense when something is about to happen. A storm, tornado, flood, or an earthquake. Well Mama Kitty had been missing since Monday, and it was now Tuesday afternoon. We decided to make some flyers and hang them up around the neighborhood. We sat at the kitchen table making up our lost pet posters, when suddenly the earth began to shake. Movies and books began falling of the shelves, and as all good California boys & girls do we got underneath the doorway.
Once the shaking finally stopped we all ran outside. All the neighbors had stepped out into the October evening and began joking and making guesses as to what size the quake was. Us kids were laughing and standing in the street watching the parked cars still gently rocking back & forth. When the cable finally came back on we all went inside to see the verdict. You see, earthquakes here aren’t really a big deal. They happen all the time, and though this one was obviously a doozy, it was still just an earthquake. Or so we thought.
Last night I had a dream. I dreamt that there was a creepy girl in a porcelain doll mask with frayed and dirty hair, and a creepy dirty old dress with blood on it and she had crazy horror movie eyes. In a singsong voice she asked me to play and followed me in a slow creepy skip down a dark ally. From out of nowhere she began to lunge at me. But lo and behold I had Ruby’s Knife (from the show Supernatural) and began to fight creepy little porcelain thing off. Suddenly I jolted awake and was in my bed. It was 4AM. Read more
I’m taking part in Mama Kat’s Writing Prompts, and the prompt I opted to write about this week was showing where I go for quiet.
But the truth is, where I go for quiet, well it’s not entirely quiet, because I never go there without my music. That place? My trail. Read more
So it’s been a long time since I’ve actually blogged just for the sake of blogging. It’s a horrible thing to be a writer and not make time to write, so I’m on that kick of trying to fix that.
So the end of the school year is upon us and I have to admit I feel like I’ve completely run out of steam.
There’s something about the theater that is so full of magic. I’ve always felt that way and no matter how old I get or how many shows I’m lucky enough to see, I’ll never stop being excited. I’ve never in my life been to the theater and regretted going. I feel very blessed to not only live in a place with amazing local theater but also to live a short BART ride away from San Francisco and the amazing live theater it hosts.
The only thing that makes the magic of the theater even more magical is when the show itself is full of its own magic, like Peter and the Starcatcher, which is currently playing at the Curran Theater in San Francisco. Read more
Last week I went camping for an entire week. This was the first time in over 10 years we’d been on a vacation that long. It was a week full of lounging on a raft on the river or a hammock by the fire. And what is a camping trip without a pile of books to plow through? I came equipped with a bag of books determined to get through as many as possible before the week was through.
The first book I jumped into was this months From Left to Write book club selection, The Execution of Noa P. Singleton by Elizabeth L. Silver.
Now this post was supposed to be “inspired” by the book. And to be quite honest there was nothing I could relate to in a story about a woman on death row facing execution and her victim’s mother who is trying to save her. I’ve never killed anyone, been on death row, visited someone on death row or had a last meal. So I’ve been stuck trying to write something inspired by this book. Read more
When I picked up a book about a group of women struggling to navigate the tragedy of becoming widows, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Obviously, this is one of the worst things that can happen to a young woman or mother. She has the rest of her life planned out, and all of sudden everything changes. Everything, because your husband is gone. This is not something I have experienced, at all. It’s hard for me to imagine what that must even be like.
But as I dove into the Saturday Night Widows, I realized that while becoming a widow may not be something I can relate to, the true story I found in this book was actually about finding a way to start over when life has pulled the rug out from underneath you and doing it with friends.
These are things I can relate too… Read more
So one of my new Year’s resolutions was to start back on my personal blog more, and one weekly thing I used to love to do on my blog was take part in Mama’s Kat’s Pretty Much World Famous Writing Prompts each week. Which of course I haven’t done once. This week I finally sat down and decided “I’m going to do it.” I looked at the writing prompts and saw this one, “Something that made you laugh this week.”
Now, I laugh a lot. I’m not going to pretend I don’t. But as I sat and stared at that writing prompt I couldn’t help but reflect on the fact that, well, this week sucked. There were high points yea, but as a whole, it sucked. It sucked big, bad, and hard. And at this moment as I write this I’m having a hard time thinking of a particular laughable moment from the past week.
Well OK, except for this. Because when I am going through a rough patch I always turn to the boys in Monty Python to help me make light of it.
So yea, crappy week. But THIS. This made me laugh it out.
I have to admit that I don’t know a whole lot of people who live abroad. Most friends I have who live in Europe are there because that’s where they’re from. I don’t know a lot of people who have just up and moved to another country. I don’t know a lot of Expats.
That right there is what makes reading such a wonderful thing. It’s one thing to read about things we love or relate to, but it’s in the books that give us a look into a life and world we know nothing about that forces our imaginations to work overtime.
That’s what kept going through my mind as I read Chris Pavone’s The Expats. Read more