An open letter to the ladybug I found on my window and now believe has been living in my room for two months, written after I have been watching “Homeland” all morning:

I see you there. I know you know who I am. So let’s go on. No, I know you can’t always rely on me to have foliage for you to hide in on the shelf, I sometimes let things get a little dry up there. No, I don’t think anyone made you. You’re good. So […]

Treehouse

Uncle Fran’s house was a treehouse. A glamorous treehouse. It made me think Omaha was glamorous, if you can believe that. My grandparents’ house, there was never anything pretty about it. It was comfortable, it was a good place to hang out, but there was nothing glamorous about it. My grandparents moved, lived in three […]

BACK TO THE FUTURE IV by Samuel Beckett

FADE IN: SUBURBAN CALIFORNIA GARAGE. DOC sits on the front hood of a DeLorean. A box of plutonium is to the right of the car. DOC Damn, where’s that kid? (stands up and paces, looks at his watch) Damn, where’s that kid? MARTY enters. MARTY Hey, Doc. DOC Marty, there […]

Festival of Colors

4:50- I had a harder time than you might think dressing all in one color. I have a purplish lace dress with a black lining. The directions said: wear all one color, not black or white. I have a lot of black, and wearing all grey seemed so lame. But I have bought my balloons, […]