People tell me their stories. They always have, even when I yawn and put my head down on the table or exclaim, “Look at the time! Gotta run!” Even when I say, “I’ve heard this story a thousand times, Marvin.” Even before they find out I’m a writer or that
When I moved to Los Angeles, I started writing the sequel to my earlier memoir (The Improbable Adventures of a Middle-Aged Woman). I kept written journals but something kept nagging at me to draw. I am not by any stretch of the imagination an artist. This did not stop me
Some people have asked about my post on why I have a grimoire, wanting to know a little more about what goes into it. First, you do not have to have a totally awesome dragon-embossed tome. You can use almost anything with a cover (or you could use a computer
I’m trying to find a comics or graphic novel art class around here and all I can find are opportunities that require me to be between the ages of eight and twelve. I can’t help wondering why we think only kids want to do fun things.
I am in the process of enjoying the holiday season among the palm trees and ocean breezes and will be back after the New Year.
This is a picture of multiple driveways at an apartment complex in LA. The driveways consist of two paved strips for each unit, spaced the same width apart as the tires on a car. I am trying to understand the purpose of a driveway that you have to mow. ???