Author Archives: Sands

About Sands

Writer, musician, teacher, theater artist. Books include the novel CATCHING HEAVEN, a book of essays and exercises, TOOLS OF THE WRITERS CRAFT, and, forthcoming, FLUNK.START: Reclaiming my Decade Lost in Scientology. A CD of my songs is called RUSTLER'S MOON.


Songwriter When I was 14, I wrote my first song. I went out to find the morning it began. I walked through crooked feelings I wrote it on the guitar my father had given me a few months before – … Continue reading

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Midnight Decision

I married Jamie Faunt, bass player extraordinaire, in 1982; we divorced in 1984; in our time together he introduced me to Scientology, where (I’ve often thought) I squandered too many years of my life. In spite of being out touch … Continue reading

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Gelding Graymalkin

I am a single woman with two cats. Actually, three cats. With that admission, I sense a rustle of discomfort rise: A single, older, woman who lives with two cats, much less three, is probably needy, emotionally damaged, best to … Continue reading

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The Normal State

During a recent visit to England, my friend Scott and I motored (Scott’s word) out to the Cotswolds. As he negotiated a series of roundabouts, he told me how following an extra-bad breakup with a lover, he’d gone to see … Continue reading

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In the Cedar Rapids Airport

Photo doesn’t look like much but here’s the story: The Cedar Rapids airport is a small one—there are no double doors to pass through en route to ground transportation and baggage claim; one just strolls past a security guard who … Continue reading

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Jiggety Jog

As in, home again, home again. After the concert in Squaw Valley, Maggie packed her bags and instruments into yet another car, to be driven by our good friend Tom Taylor back to her Nevada City home. About a week … Continue reading

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And across the desert states towards home

As I awoke in Amanda’s house a gun loomed to one side of the bed. It took me a moment to realize it was attached to a lamp. And another moment to remember that amongst other things Amanda collects are … Continue reading

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