Author Archives: goatwoman

  Watching the newsA thousand miles away Showing the destruction of the City of AngelsThe city where my daughter lives and works The city she loves The city I didn’t want to love when she moved there The city destroyed By fire, not just fire … Continue reading →

MY imagination was captured when I read a story about an 80-year-old woman in Cape Town, South Africa who decided she was going to drive her old Toyota to England, alone, to have tea with the Queen. She set out … Continue reading →

December 8, 1980and Other Moments in History  “Wake up, Carol! Turn on your damn TV!” My sister’s hysterical voice yelled at me through the phone from the East coast – Florida.  It was 8am Denver time. The jarring ring of … Continue reading →

After my initial reaction to the Supreme Court ruling today – rage quickly turned to heartbreak, back to rage, then tears, more rage, ending with a physical sickness like I’d been kicked in the gut. Now, several hours later, I … Continue reading →

It was both a long and short road to getting published. I’ve carried the story with me for half a century and once I gave birth to it – in the form of the written word – it seemed destined … Continue reading →

The year was 1976; I was 25 years old living in Denver in a house on 5th and Pennsylvania in Capital Hill. One warm, summer evening I was sitting outside on a lumpy couch on the front porch. I was … Continue reading →

The first time I ever heard anyone say “fuck” out loud was when I was in middle-school, 7th grade. I was 13 years old, 1964, small town Texas. We were at a slumber party at Twinkle’s house and after freezing … Continue reading →

I learned early on I was a magnet for small, hard, fast balls. My first encounter with a hard, fast ball was when I was 6 years old. I was playing, hanging out with other kids in a rec center … Continue reading →

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” – Anaïs Nin The first time I went for a run, I was 24 (1975). I had not intended to run, I was compelled. Walking my dog, Max, I … Continue reading →