Closing the Circle

My 95-year-old aunt died last night, peacefully, in my sister’s home, where she had lived these past few years. She was my mother’s older sister, and the last remaining member of her generation of our family. She was also the mother that my own mother...

Finger Painting

Sea foam sparkles on the waves. Sea lions roar. Foam shivers, flies into the wind. The tide holds its breath. Hisssssssssssss ********** Ganesh’s belly rests in his lap. His trunk caresses tree, root, sky. His feet can’t be so small, can they? To hold up...