My memories of childhood are shadowy, fluid, dreamlike. Like a Super 8 home movie. Scenes blur together, and then separate into clips of lucidity. This…
In January 2000, I accompanied my husband on a business trip to Paris. While he was in meetings, I wandered around the city. A bitter wind blew through…
The Breakaway Republic of Transnistria – April 2014 Birdsong, then lawnmowers. This is the soundtrack of my walk from the train station to the center of…
Wewak, Papua New Guinea - September 1995 The darkness begins to dissipate with no sign of the PMV to Ambunti. When the first sun rays appear, we trudge…
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June 2004 Every day, I awaken around eight in the morning. After a breakfast of tea and toast with jam, I set up the restaurant for lunch. Fold napkins…
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And just like that, it's over. The shrieking voices, the jubilant splashes, the shrill drone of motor boats slicing through waves. The aroma of cut…
Dear Paid Subscribers, Below is a PDF version of my full-length memoir, Wish I Were Here, which you are welcome to download. Thank you so very much for…
“Each day brings a new surprise – another songbird’s voice, new buds emerge, and, finally, wildflowers. Marsh marigolds first, then violets. The …
Michigan's Upper Peninsula – September 21, 2018 I am surrounded by waves. Lake Huron on the right. Lake Michigan on the left. They roll back and forth…
Hawai’i, U.S.A. – August 1993 The highway from Honolulu to the North Shore slices through naked orange earth. A desolation that I didn't expect. “Those…