My Soul’s Dirty Underwear

Today’s post is in honor of my friend Nancy Owens Franson, who turns fifty tomorrow, and is looking forward to becoming officially eccentric. Dirty Sky. Mojave Desert. February, 2007. Mom’s Notorious Advice Apparently, somewhere along the way, someone’s mother counseled: Always wear clean underwear. Because you never know when you might be in an accident […]


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My Soul’s Dirty Underwear

Today’s post is in honor of my friend Nancy Owens Franson, who turns fifty tomorrow, and is looking forward to becoming officially eccentric. Dirty Sky. Mojave Desert. February, 2007. Mom’s Notorious Advice Apparently, somewhere along the way, someone’s mother counseled: Always wear clean underwear. Because you never know when you might be in an accident […]


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My Stowaway Heart

The Party Wagon. Mission Bay, San Diego. July 30, 2011.   Parachuting to Praise Yesterday my daughter Elaine, her husband Rob, and two our our grandchildren, Cadence and Sawyer, boarded a jet and flew off to begin their new life in Hawaii. With the luxury of foreknowledge, we’ve enjoyed extra time together over these past […]


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Like the Back of His Hand

 The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007.  Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at the […]


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>Like the Back of His Hand

>  The Backs of Our Hands. Lake Forest, CA. September, 2007.  Knowing Well Five days a week, I point my truck towards town and roll in to my office. It’s an easy commute, dramatic as the oak arcades of Live Oak Canyon Road yield to banks, barber shops and bars, crammed side-by-side like diners at […]


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