Tag: citywalks

Casco Viejo, Panama City’s Old Town

Tired as an old goat, I stumbled into the Atlanta airport this morning at 6am. I have a bad habit of obsessing the night before a trip. I get my packing done, finish work and household chores. Then I get this wild notion that I must change the oil in

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Panama, Five Decades Later

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in the seat directly behind my Dad on the left side of the plane, the engines roaring so loud I could barely hear what he was saying to me. He was piloting a C-124 from El Salvador to Panama City.

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Ok, Michele, I Lied.

Last thing I texted my sister before I took off on Sunday was, “I am 15 pounds overweight right now. I am going to walk and eat lettuce all week!” I’ve eaten everything BUT lettuce. My first two days in the city were spent inside, doing work. I know, I

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Back in New York City

Back in New York, 2 Years Later

It’s barely 8:00pm and I am already in my pjs. I’ve had dinner, the lights are out, my front windows are cracked open, letting in a cool breeze. I’m exhausted. It’s been a long, tough 4-1/2 months leading up to this trip.   All week I’ve worried that this time

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Stories from the Green Cabin

 “An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break. May you be open to each thread that comes into your life . . . and may you weave them into a brilliant

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At the Art Gallery

Just got home after three quick days in New York. There’s so much to write about, so many stories I want to share. But I was particularly touched by one late in the day, just as I was about to leave for the airport. I’m dying to tell you about

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Back in the Big Apple

It’s nearly 2:00am. I am just settling in after an exhausting day of shooting. Being back in New York feels great. I started out early this morning by visiting my old Saturday haunt, the outdoor market at Abingdon Square. It was a bit chilly but that didn’t seem to deter the

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My First Writing Course

It’s 10:28pm. I just got back from my first writing class. There were 16 or 17 of us taking the class. A few young ones, but most ranging from 40 to 60 years old. We went around the room introducing ourselves, one by one telling a snippet of the memoirs we

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My Celebrity Crush

{ One day per month each member in my Facebook group, #GenFab, posts an article on a common title. We then bundle our pieces together, share links and drive traffic for each other. February’s topic is “Celebrity Crush”. Here is my contribution. } My Celebrity Crush. Not sure if it’s the long-sleeve

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Sixty.

Phew, what a birthday. You’re only 60 once, so why not blow it out for weeks. That’s exactly what I did. Two dear friends from church treated me to a big ol’ steak dinner. Yeah, Ruth’s Chris, no less! A girlfriend had three of us at her home for a

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