Second Guessing . . .
I receive an email from my publicist, Jori. She has attached the back cover copy for my upcoming memoir. I recognize the words; I had written…
New News . . .
There is a lot happening over here at Bare Naked in Public. If you are a long-time follower, you know I’ve spent the last six years writing…
Just in case . . .
There was a time when airplanes, elevators and crowded places caused my anxiety to flare. I opted out of air travel, took the stairs, and steered…
A Most Wonderful Time of the Year . . .
Original Post: December 21, 2014 The holidays always heighten that empty, something is missing kind of feeling. As busy as I am with work, wrapping up a…
Not giving up . . .
A summer storm has interrupted the predictable sunny days of August in Southern California. My bedroom window wide open, the curtain pulled aside, I lay on…
Stay little . . .
My grandson Luca sings along to Twenty One Pilots’ Stressed Out as I drive. I pick him up after school every Tuesday, giving his mom a…
Sweet Dreams . . .
Somewhere between sleep and waking, I float in the periphery of a sweet dream. I want to stay here soaking up its warm light, but the…
Good Grief . . .
Grief . . . There is no escaping it. All of us will experience a big loss in our lifetime, most of us already have. If…
Shop Talk . . .
I warm my hands on the doubled up paper cup of steeping tea, and people watch. Two young men discuss yesterday’s surf over coffee. The bearded…
A Change of Heart . . .
The coffee shop empties as the morning shift locals make their exit, and the noise level quiets to a low hum. Staring into space, I absentmindedly…
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