Where were you last year on this date? At the start of 2020, when we were all still blissfully unaware of the year to come – of all the fears and tragedies (both real and imagined) we were yet to go through? What were your hopes and dreams? I know they did not include words like lockdown, social distancing, and zoom fatigue. Continue reading home life
I didn’t speak to the woman who died, but our eyes met momentarily and we shared one of those shy smiles you do with a stranger….Neither of us knew that in only a few hours she would die. Continue reading The fragile, butterfly beauty of life
i notice my youth is slowly slipping away… Continue reading the woman we were to become
Visiting home. I just spent the two weeks staying with my grandma in Oceanside, NY. That’s on Long Island, and if you aren’t from the area, you probably don’t know it, but there is a certain accent that people from Looong Island have, sort of nasal, extra guttural stops. But I’m terrible at mimicking accents, … Continue reading Grandma Louise
I am sitting on a balcony in Banos, obstinately with the goal of ‘working’. Instead I will count the sounds happening on the street below me. A world of activity just out of view. High pitched hum of a little Suzuki motorbike Happy Trumpet notes from a salsa song on the radio “Dona Moooni – … Continue reading the sounds of life
the moments swirl Continue reading snow storm on a winter beach
I had tried to translate all my desires
Into letters, into words, into pixels
Which carry a weight far too large for their size.
And then I sent them to you
Continue reading how much weight can a pixel bear?
I was on a quest, and like any good quest there must be a number of different characters who make up your rag-tag band of fellow travelers. So in this particular moment, I found myself flying down a terribly bumpy highway with my two baby-sitters/minders. The driver was a very large and very beautiful black … Continue reading I was on a quest
“you have meant so much to me”
(I tried to ignore the past tense) Continue reading Hello, my once-love
I just spent 7 weeks bicycling 2000 miles with my friend, Alana, who is crossing the country doing interviews with refugees about their experience in living in America. Time and time again when we asked them about what they love about the US, they told us “the freedom.” It almost sounded like a political soundbite, … Continue reading Slamming shut the door of freedom