Some months ago,  an early morning between winter and spring, a gray sky. No, powder blue. No, white. No color. But the earth...

  Polished metal and planes of glittering glass, twenty stories up, the loft is a sequin in the sky.   Dewey-skinned gi...

http://pinterest.com/pin/137993176053551043/   An empty wicker chair at the edge of a lake. Waves lapping at its feet. A line of ...

http://pinterest.com/pin/442971313318663891/     “Listen to the clues. The next time you feel real joy, stop and think. Pay a...

Sorry, All, for my extended absence! LOTS HAS HAPPENED! Shall we play catch up? In a nutshell, my husband graduated from medical school; we ...

   kissing cigarettes...  "We are here, charged with the task of completing (one might say creating) ourselves. The process is j...

I just finished the book Shantaram (which, ugh, just writing the name of the book makes my heart heavy and full with feelings), and came aw...