
"Lost Souls Of The Pacific" Spring 2013
My older sister and I were not particularly close when we were young, or so I thought. After all, she was impeccably groomed and hysterically neat (my description). She slept in a perfectly made bed; head full of rollers, hands detailed in never chipped red lacquer laid carefully atop the bodice of her crisp white nightgown. I, on the other hand, could be … Read More


I am a bit late this week with my blog but things slow down in Cabo, and I just could not muster up the creative juices after arriving here Saturday. Once I had downed my customary first night Margarita and Green Chile Soup at the marina, I was already elsewhere and not in a computer state of mind. Sunday is my regular writing day, but the beach was beckoning after …
Without a plan and with the intention of “just looking,” I went to the