Gas flames roar as I attend to the kiln. Through the spy port I peer into the shimmering gold light. Cone 2 has curled over, signifying the kiln is heating at the proper pace. The firing is progressing well. My … Continue reading 1981

I remember laying in my doctor’s office in Ventura. I had to take a pill the night before which began the cramping and then come to his office the next day. When the noise of suction began, I was laying … Continue reading Almost a Mother?

I drove up to the clinic in my friend’s silver Acura, my bottom half sliding back and forth across the slippery gray leather seats. Numb and nervous I noted the parking lot was seventy-five percent full.  The cars in the … Continue reading A Choice