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Summertime

June 27, 20212 Comments

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

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My Witch-Doctor Caught Covid

March 29, 2021March 29, 20212 Comments

An energy healer in a pandemic.

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Purging Poison

December 19, 2020December 19, 20202 Comments

A short story from the sea, about repenting, reflecting, and allowing for angels.

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The Space In-Between

October 10, 2020October 29, 2020Leave a comment

A pic tells 637 words.

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Oh, There You Are Racism

October 1, 2020October 29, 20201 Comment

Unpacking my unexpected stereotype.

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Escaping an Italian Paramour (Par-amore?)

April 10, 2020October 29, 2020Leave a comment

Romance on the streets of Milan. An excerpt from a travel memoir.

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Two Cheek Kisses

March 28, 2020October 29, 2020Leave a comment

A traditional Italian dinner.

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Single Pringle

February 24, 2020February 24, 20203 Comments

The priceless approval of a twelve-year-old.

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We’re All In This Together

January 24, 2020October 29, 20201 Comment

Becoming an honorary Puerto Rican.

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Cherry Tree

October 25, 2019January 10, 2020Leave a comment

Visits home, and learning to become a conscious contributor to the places I travel.

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