and I don’t think he liked me so much — Success. It feels so far, far away. Like maybe it all happened in a dream or a movie. But not a movie that I wrote and starred in. Just one I happen to have watched, on a loop, for several years. God, I miss that movie. I used to have my own TV show A nationally syndicated dating game…

A Spiritual Adventure Novella (only on Medium) — Suggestion: Show up! Dear Becky, I remember the night of your 30th birthday like it was yesterday. You were very distraught over Kevin breaking up with you, even though you didn’t really love him , you just didn’t love the idea of not being with someone. But, we will save that subject for another day. …

Based on a true imagining — I hate how when I’m traveling on a leaf in the middle of the day -there’s always a man in a tree talking over my favorite song that’s playing in my head. There’s a ladybug sunning herself on the tip of the leaf stem. She reads my annoyance. “Just ignore…

A Spiritual Adventure Novella (only on Medium, Kindle Vella & for my VIP subscribers) — November 5 Suggestion: Remember when — then move on! Dear Becky, I spent a good part of today remembering when. Remembering when I was so young that I had my entire life ahead of me. Remembering my great successes and my embarrassing failures. Remembering love lost and love found. Remembering my first dog, my first kiss, my first triumph…

A Spiritual Adventure Novella (only on Medium, Kindle Vella & for my VIP subscribers) — November 3 Suggestion: Kindness is Cool Dear Becky, You know that feeling you get when you want to react to some boneheaded thing some misguided person is spewing on and on about? That feeling of wanting to lash out with all of your sarcastic, caustic skills, justifying that it’s for their own good. After all, someone should…

poetry inspired by art — she floated inside her patterned prism like a ghost cloud in shades of green emerald green because — her riches, forest green because — her mystery, olive green because — i’m hungry Maybe I should just get going, I tell my bare feet. ’cause i can’t look at her her eyes have been burning holes through my spirit all night her checkered rainbow…

…and all I got was a lousy t-shirt Okay, I didn’t really get a t-shirt. But I do remember a hat we took turns wearing with the words F*C% EVERYBODY on it. My black lab, Addie used to wear it when she was feeling feisty. So why am I thinking about all this now? Well, Corabi has…

personal poetic essay — “After you die, I’m never going to another Yom Kippur service,” I tell my Ima from the backseat of my parent’s 1979 Dodge Dart. We’re in the middle of another heat wave and the air conditioning broke again. It’s probably not the High Holiday’s fault, the heat in the valley…