Was it worth it? . . .
Scrolling Instagram, I pause on a photograph, a couple whose world travels I follow. I skim the short summary of their current journey and a zillion…
Home is where the love is . . .
I sit shotgun as my cousin Moira zips down the tiny, narrow streets of Somana into Mandello. Windows down, the mountain air blows through the car.…
A path along the way . . .
I have chosen a new path these days, or perhaps the path has chosen me. The coastal breeze of the Pacific Ocean no longer cools me,…
Coincidence and courage . . .
My garage door slowly opens and I carefully back my car into the alley avoiding my trash cans. Making a last minute trip to Trader Joe’s…
Bare Naked in Public 