As a writer, I’ve attempted solitude before. Sometimes, solitude would work; my own company would make me feel giddy, eager to prod through th…

A memory: In the house where my brother and I grew up, our parents had a glass coin jar on their bedroom dresser. It was there for years. When…

As one can see from the Daily Journal’s recent poll, many readers judged the news with surprise regarding Jackie Speier’s entering the race fo…

Poetry was never my favorite subject in school. Intimidated by poetry’s many possibilities, I used to shy away from creative writing. But as I…