steady puffs of white smoke
now you see it, now you don't--
Golden Gate magic
my father's birthday
doesn't hurt as it once did
nor does Father's Day
pencil sketch hangs on the wall
memory of his voice fades
Flight Plan
fly me to the moon
with its one-sixth gravity
instant weight loss plan
Copy Editor's Debut
seven-year-old me
puzzled over Babar's name--
Barbara, misspelled?