Albino Lizard
There is a deeper meaning behind the mundane
Category: Memoir
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It was great of my parents to take me and my daughter in after my failed marriage, and I really appreciated it. I wanted to be an asset. I wanted to help. I decided to make dinner for them all by myself. There was no meat except the kind walking around on two legs (or…
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I wrote “Eating Healthy On A. Budget” three years ago. Some things have changed. Some things are still the same. We still eat two meals per day, both of which are vegan. The first meal is all raw: fruit, nuts and seeds. The second meal is a gently cooked whole plant starch with raw vegetables…
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I turned my pain into art. When the last straw occurred, we were part way up the trail to our retreat. After that I marched on, hitting the trail with my stick in my anger. An hour and a half later, I was at the utility tailer where our instruments are. My guitar has been…
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My foot slammed into the brake, and the car lurched to a stop. Something on the console fell to the floor. Traffic had suddenly bunched up in front of me around a blind curve. I took my foot off the brake allowing the car to cautiously move forward again. The closest we had come to…
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Suddenly a large water main gushed forth: “Sssssssssss!” Actually there was no water in this dry desert landscape. I looked next to the boulder in front of me and there in the shade, at the base of a rock, was a large snake, coiled and shaking it’s rattle-tail. Part of me wanted to make a stand,…
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He came into my life in April of 1992, nearly 100 years after His earthly passing. I was reading a tract on the Baha’i Faith I had picked up at a street fair a day or two earlier. I read about His incarceration in a dark, wet dungeon. I looked straight ahead for a moment,…
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I woke up this morning with the understanding that it was my brother, Ted’s embezzlement from my parents’ estate to accommodate his wife, Jane’s gambling that resulted in my not having an inheritance. This same gambling, and the enabling of it, more recently, resulted in the taxes not being paid — with the resultant sale…
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I suffered a lot of physical and emotional abuse growing up. I have wondered why my father thought that yelling at me and hitting me a lot was a good way to raise a child. I have wondered why my mother didn’t intervene, because I think she knew that frequent, harsh, corporal punishments for innocent…
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I attended a tribal gathering this past Saturday with my husband in Mesa Grande, California. We were each given a large reusable shopping bag, a raffle ticket, a $7 food ticket and a tee shirt. The event was free. This worked out well with our empty pockets. No doubt the casino in Mesa Grande helps…
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The organizers of the Native American Flute Circle were celebrating five years of its existence. They meet on the afternoon of the third Sunday at San Luis Rey Restaurant and Bakery, where wonderful Mexican food is served free to the participants in the flute circle. Jim and I had salads with nopal cactus and beans.…