Palacio de Bellas Artes


The Palacio de Bellas Artes is a short walk off the Mexico City zocalo.

These are altars from the Day of the Dead celebrations. Yes, they were at the beginning of November. Needless to say, the past month has been engrossing.

It is week sixteen of a seventeen-week semester. And, the creative writing students that have been blogging all semester are in the process of tallying their likes, followers, comments, and other successes. If you haven’t already, please consider checking them out:









It is cold here. But I was shocked to see Snow. Snow White that is.

On my way out Saturday night, I stopped to get a latte. Snow, an apple in her lap, was perched in Starbucks and earnestly texting Doc or Sneezy or– Prince Charming.

I whispered, “Snow White!” to the ladies behind the counter. They buzzed back, “We know!” and explained that they’d already taken a picture with her and could hardly wait for the rest of her Lilliputian entourage to arrive.

Lizard Bunk Bed

Lizard Bunk Bed

With temperatures in the 30s here, M and I still decided to walk to dinner the other night. After we filled ourselves with Mexican food, we weren’t exactly excited to get back on the cold road home, so we stopped at the pet store to hug two red-haired cats with white feet, chests, and beards; to listen to the excited parakeets, finches, and cockatiels; to check out the tiny boa constrictors, the minuscule sea turtles, and the stacks of lizards.

We were especially jealous of the bunk bed of lizards because their aquarium temperature read a sultry 90 degrees.

Pictures within This Picture


This is a photo I took in Mexico City. My goal was to avoid being noticed as I tried to capture this attractive couple waiting for a taxi in a foyer leading to a handful of popular, small restaurants, bars, and specialty shops.

The two mirrors made a multitude of mirrors and lamps above them, creating a frame containing layers of pictures within pictures, making me wonder about the stories within the stories.



On a chilly Saturday night, we celebrated my friend Laura’s fortieth birthday with a fire — and not just on the tres leches cake.

Laura’s husband tossed a pizza box in and the words HOT were hungrily consumed.

I spent a couple of hours fireside, warming my front and then my back and then my front and feet and back and front, enjoying the rush of hot air on my face and in my hair.

SHAREfair 2013


The week before Thanksgiving, we held the sixth-annual SHAREfair, a week-long celebration of philanthropy and not-for-profit enterprises in our community.

During this event, we collected:
131 canned goods for the Elk Grove Food Bank; 2 bags of toiletries and 13 boxes of cereal for Wellspring Women’s Center; ½ bag of hard candy for My Sister’s House; 1 shopping bag of hats, gloves, and scarves for the Black United Fund of Sacramento; 4 bags of baby clothes, six packs of diapers, wipes, a doll house filled with Barbies, a stroller, and a crib for Chicks in Crisis; 10 bags of clothes and shoes, a vacuum, nearly twenty old computers, a scanner, three printers, miscellaneous cords, ten boxes of books, (potentially a boat!) and more for the Salvation Army; 70 items of Thanksgiving food, 5 basters, 5 roasting pans, and a cutting board for the Junior League; 272 books + fifteen boxes of books for the Friends of the Sacramento Public Library; 32 toys for the Marine Corps League, Elk Grove Dispatch 1238; and 139 cans of cat food, 3 bags of dry food, a bag of cat toys, 2 litter boxes, 3 bags of litter, and two small blankets for Happy Tails and the Front Street Animal Shelter.

The sixth year was no less inspiring than the first five.

You can have everything in life that you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want. —Zig Ziglar

In this world it is not what we take up, but what we give up, that makes us rich.
—Henry Ward Beecher

The results of philanthropy are always beyond calculation. —Miriam Beard

SHAREfair Panel