Where the line narrows at the neck of the plane, instead of offering extended arms of right-of-way (as I have been accustomed), men briskly step in front of me with unknown, but unquestioned, authority on…
Browsing Category transitions & home
pinched but not popped
Journal Entry Condom, France (How unfortunate to have a contraceptive device named after your city!) Mid-October Four days ago, my brother (by blood) and my sister (by marriage) jumped off a two-car train and onto…
transfixed
*a few of my travel journals* As fingers stall in the shadows of my thoughts, I pluck slow minutes, in time with a bowl of grapes, wondering to where and when my words have wandered….
the still in movement
All my belongings are back in boxes. My long winter coats. Silk Indian scarves. Short summer skirts. Leather boots, salsa shoes and my favorite old cotton t-shirts. The odd jewelry collected from countries around the…
a Jekyll agenda
My boss says, “You’ve got to anticipate.” He, of course, is referring to the formidable mountain of projects sitting on my desk that’s currently making my inner sherpa shudder in fear under the overload. However…
emotional cartwheels
I’ve got the question, “But what ARE you doing right now?” doing cartwheels in my inbox so I’m going to step out of my meditations on moments passed and give a quick personal update. Colorado…
city funhouse
Oh. He’s looking at me funny. Yep. He’s cocking his head and scrunching up his nose. It’s definitely coming. Uh huh…here he goes! “Did that hurt?” I play dumb. I know exactly what he’s referencing…
sword of words
*ouch. change can hurt* A notice on the door tugs on a corner of my subconscious, but my ambition (as ambitions do) to complete the mission with which I set forth speaks over the whispering…
the indiscriminate rainbow
A cell phone, utility bill, student loan statement, tax identification number, savings account, physical address, work desk, mailbox and business card; it’s amazing how many things can suddenly come under ones name in a single…