I keep calling the Gaslamp District the Gaslight District. Random. #DaughterOfANarcissist #WIP #UrsulaStuter_Author
On the Approach of March 9
Photo taken by Ursula in March 2018 This week is going to (and already has started off as) a tough week of memories as we approach the first year anniversary of unspeakable tragedy. There are so many people who impressed me forever with their bravery and resilience. I will acknowledge them here, whether they ever... Continue Reading →
Paradise no longer
"I can’t bear it. But I do. And I think wildly about the headlines to come. Paradise Lost. Paradise is burning." Josh Edelson / AFP / Getty I can't bear to look at it, but I look anyway. I can’t bear to feel it, but I feel it anyway. I can’t bear the thick grey... Continue Reading →
Reflection on Thousand Oaks
Happy Birthday U.S. Marine Corps. How fricking ironic. A few days ago, a Marine veteran was in the news. Not for a heroic act. He was probably a hell of a good marine, trained on tactics, how to shoot, how to kill. How to remain stone cold calm while snuffing out the lives of enemies,... Continue Reading →
Teaching Nine Eleven
A poem about "Teaching" Nine Eleven.
Deer Crossing
The deer wait for us in the early summer evening, several young ones with the mother doe and her Bambi. They carefully step down to our flower garden and sample the smorgasbord of bright flowers and foliage. A nip of the bright red Verbena, that the gardener says is deer resistant but if you ask... Continue Reading →
