Deborah PhelanMickThe day in May 1971 when Mick Jagger married his first wife Bianca , Danny stopped by my office in the late afternoon with a bouquet of…Dec 20, 2019Dec 20, 2019
Deborah PhelanWindI am back on Pamela’s acupuncture table. The windy season has returned to the Bolinas Mesa and, as always, it brings along with it the…Dec 20, 2019Dec 20, 2019
Deborah PhelanTravels with CathyThe summer of 1969. The year I graduated from high school. The year Neal Armstrong and Buzz Aldren walked on the moon. The year hundreds…Nov 17, 2019Nov 17, 2019
Deborah PhelanNessum DormaIt is the one year anniversary of my father’s death and grief hangs heavy. I return from tossing white roses one by one into the water…Nov 16, 2019Nov 16, 2019
Deborah PhelanButterflyIt is a hot humid Sunday afternoon in August when Mrs. Ecker comes over to paint a garden scene on my bedroom wall: A flowering tree…Nov 16, 2019Nov 16, 2019
Deborah PhelanBolinasI am back on Pat Angel’s acupuncture table. The windy season has returned to the Bolinas Mesa and, as always, it brings along with it the…Nov 16, 2019Nov 16, 2019
Deborah PhelanFireA heavily mustached elderly man is curled over the brilliantly shined black Steinway playing “Fly Me To the Moon.” And because she dreads…Nov 10, 2019Nov 10, 2019
Deborah PhelanThe AquariumThe spring evening settles around us as we keen, sailboats restless in our berths. We are trapped souls, our barren masts scratching…Feb 21, 2019Feb 21, 2019
