Just in case . . .
There was a time when airplanes, elevators and crowded places caused my anxiety to flare. I opted out of air travel, took the stairs, and steered…
A Most Wonderful Time of the Year . . .
Original Post: December 21, 2014 The holidays always heighten that empty, something is missing kind of feeling. As busy as I am with work, wrapping up a…
Stay little . . .
My grandson Luca sings along to Twenty One Pilots’ Stressed Out as I drive. I pick him up after school every Tuesday, giving his mom a…
Sweet Dreams . . .
Somewhere between sleep and waking, I float in the periphery of a sweet dream. I want to stay here soaking up its warm light, but the…
Good Grief . . .
Grief . . . There is no escaping it. All of us will experience a big loss in our lifetime, most of us already have. If…
Shop Talk . . .
I warm my hands on the doubled up paper cup of steeping tea, and people watch. Two young men discuss yesterday’s surf over coffee. The bearded…
A Change of Heart . . .
The coffee shop empties as the morning shift locals make their exit, and the noise level quiets to a low hum. Staring into space, I absentmindedly…
Missing Pages . . .
“Fa Caldo!” It’s hot! I hear the phrase again and again, as the temperatures along Lake Como have been hovering in the low 90s for days.…
Still Learning . . .
Once a week I help my grandson with his schoolwork. It’s a tough day, for both of us. He has little interest in Google slides, or…
Connections . . .
It’s his birthday. He passed away a few weeks ago, still I peruse his Facebook page to read the birthday wishes. His childhood friends, family, and…
Bare Naked in Public 