Beautiful rubbish:

  I didn’t know in that moment, or many to follow, my hero was in the room.  I looked for him in the words of the song I sang beside P...

I stand outside St. Mary's and stare up at her closed wooden doors, wondering if I made a mistake.  I reach for the door handle and...

I've been reflecting lately on this idea of home , influenced by Ashley Larkin , who is spending 2014 weaving this theme into her writi...

  photo credit We sit in a booth at the Cup and Saucer in Portland, snatching a few bites of breakfast between words tumbling out fast,...

My eyesight often seems to improve this time of year.  At the beginning, when the year is fresh and I'm standing straddling two sea...

We stand outside the security checkpoint as long as they are in our sight and wave.  Annecy's head of curly black hair bobbing in a...

Christmas is barreling toward us at full speed and the end of the year tumbles so near - a whole other year, Oh my - and still, I feel...