Love Letter

My dearest Ljubljana, It has been just over three years since I last sat with you and I still think of you often. I remember when we first met. I had just come off an hour train ride that stopped for too long between countries, so the passport inspectors could try to intimidate us with … More Love Letter

Before the Birds

Just on the other side of the French doors, past the artificial light from the bronze lamp with the burlap shade, beyond the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the warmth of a settled home dotted with breakfast-drowsy pets, lies my motivation for rising before the birds. A pair of estate sale wicker chairs with … More Before the Birds

Park It

There is something about wandering. It can be done anytime anywhere, in nature, in a mall, through a city, even in your own backyard. It’s mostly free and all you really need are feet and a sense of curiosity. I grew up in a very sensual environment just outside Washington DC. My father was a … More Park It

Trust the Process

Today I am wandering through the catacombs of my brain, aided in part by my fickle lover, caffeine, who always stimulates fascinating, albeit rapid, conversation between the Gemini twins within me. At present, two thoughts are jockeying for position. Really two sides of the same coin. The first: Why, how and when did our society … More Trust the Process