Dreaming of fall

I’m not a huge fan of roller coasters, but in my older agoe I’ve found myself more willing to step on one from time to time. I’m not sure why, because I don’t like them anymore then I did when I was younger. I hate the lack of control. It’s not just the lack on control you have on a roller coaster, it’s that the entire effect is making you FEEL as out of control as you possible can. Every picture of me riding a coaster with my kids in the last few years looks the same, me with my eyes closed and a fake smile on my mouth. Me, just letting the ride happen while I wait for it to be over.

This also sums up the last few months of life in general for me. Continue reading “Dreaming of fall”

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Shaky Tuesday

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.

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The State of Creepy and The Houses October Built

HOB_STILL_5-620x400Last 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. Continue reading “The State of Creepy and The Houses October Built”

Finding Magic with Peter and the Starcatcher

PATSC logoThere’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. Continue reading “Finding Magic with Peter and the Starcatcher”

Summer Reading

ImageLast 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. Continue reading “Summer Reading”