My Friend Rain

My Friend Rain

Pic above from a story in the Ojai Post about Rain I’ve known Rain Perry since high school. We were in French class together! And in the drama club. We used to hang out in Upper Ojai, wandering the streets that threaded through the hills of the mostly redneck...

Mourning the Death of a Friend

This is one reason why it’s great to have a blog. A few months ago, I found out my uncle Keith had died. He was my age, or just a year older, and we were more like friends than uncle and niece. He was an odd duck, nicknamed “Rass” by my departed...

Oh Hello Stupid!

I just read that insurance giant and some time annoying advertiser Aflac has decided to pull its advertising for Michael Savage’s nationally syndicated talk show after the dickwad opened his mouth and inserted his muddy foot: Summary: On his nationally...

Moment Vanishing

by Elizabeth Spires Now, in the quietude of evening, the dove comes. It does not flash its feathers, does not make a sound, but feeds on what the finches leave behind. How little it needs. A few hard seeds. A drop of water. It is late summer. It is always late summer...