Sweeping the pebbles from the patio, I feel the threadbare knees of my first jeans, I grow small in perspective and large in wonder, Fill with a sense of play in the clean efficiency of…
Browsing Category travel
where blue meets blue
a world where stars live in the ocean those are the boundaries of his Possible where blue and blue meet in boundless bardo and just when I saw it taking shape in the distance his…
The Dualistic Nature of Plane Travel with Toddler (plus pro-tips)
There’s no less than 9 literary journals in my suitcase, but not even my thin and beloved litmag made the top-10 for my carry-on on this family trip. Occupying that precious space, instead, is an…
thank you for humble leadership
I consider it my highest mission as an intercultural educator to foster and encourage empathy, humility and vulnerability in my students. And as it is in both my personal and professional cultures to express gratitude…
November Watermelon & the Geographical Seasons of Darkness, Shade, and Light
The prompt: June: Historical, Cultural, Personal Memories Eternal summer. Who doesn’t want 70 degrees 7 days a week? That’s what they say in San Diego. And wasn’t life sunshine. The money flowed. The boyfriend had…
Tips for traveling with a baby…
This post for all the former-free-bird mommas out there. The ones that prided themselves on traveling on a shoestring and day-bag. Mommas who sang in the silence of their own, simple, presence. Mommas who marveled the…
motherhood subtitled
My son’s daily insistence on the wear of his red rubber boots is fitting. Less than two and a half years navigating the gravity of this planet and already he is fierce in stomping out…
my own footsteps
When I was 7, I’d rally a small neighborhood troop, To carve a tunnel through the blackberry bramble. Lift the warmed wooden lids off garden snake traps. Part overhead golden grasses in search of field…
Dragons Global Video Project Launch
Dragons Global Video Project from Where There Be Dragons on Vimeo.
retired is my aching
Past are the afternoons scribbling in journals on wooden docks floating between home and away. Silenced are the nagging questions of my 20’s as to my exact being, purpose, and fate. Retreated has the wave…