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.…

He is a bright boy, articulate and creative. He has a natural curiosity and a variety of interests. He loves to learn new things, but not…

Late Sunday morning, still in pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the sofa, looking through a dusty storage box for a photograph of my mom. I don’t…

I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I don’t get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…

Have you ever run into someone you haven’t seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment?…

Words with Strangers . . . Words with Friends is my guilty pleasure. It satisfies my psyche on so many levels. My competitive side loves to…

The pier is packed. Spectators six deep watch the finals of the Vans US Open of Surfing below. I wedge myself into the crowd trying to…

Love is in the air . . . well not for me, but I’m certainly surrounded by it lately. A few weeks ago I sat under…

Barefoot, I step on the wooden bead. I grab my foot and rub out the pain in my arch. A few days ago the elastic in…