My hammock smells like an old musty sail. Everything is thick and sticky this time of day, this time of year, as clouds churn and work themselves into sweaty storms. As humans push against the heavy heat to "get it all done" before the sky dumps. Thunder rolls and lets us know how close we … Continue reading Summertime
Category: Short Story
My Witch-Doctor Caught Covid
An energy healer in a pandemic.
Purging Poison
A short story from the sea, about repenting, reflecting, and allowing for angels.
The Space In-Between
A pic tells 637 words.
Oh, There You Are Racism
Unpacking my unexpected stereotype.
Escaping an Italian Paramour (Par-amore?)
Romance on the streets of Milan. An excerpt from a travel memoir.
Two Cheek Kisses
A traditional Italian dinner.
Single Pringle
The priceless approval of a twelve-year-old.
We’re All In This Together
Becoming an honorary Puerto Rican.
Cherry Tree
Visits home, and learning to become a conscious contributor to the places I travel.