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.
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
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
“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
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
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
A simple match and gas can could have been just as deadly. If we truly want to stop these incomprehensible acts, our nation must focus our energies on mental health. We must go to the root of the problem, not put a politically-charged band-aid on the hardware used. Twenty children,
A door opened for me this spring. I had the honor of being chosen as one of 27 people from around the US to visit New Orleans for 5 days. While there I was to assess the city’s entrepreneurial rebirth after Katrina. In return for this all-expense paid trip, I
I’ve walked nineteen of the twenty arrondissements – I’ll do my last one today. My feet and legs are worn out, as is my spirit. I miss home. Yesterday morning as I walked across town to pick up some laundry, I plugged in my earplugs to hear Zach Brown on
Today is Saturday and I have 2-1/2 more days in Paris. As you can imagine, I’m beginning to panic about how I’ll fit in the things remaining on my list. The Museum Quai Branly, the Museé D’Art Moderne, plus my last two arrondissements, the 15th and 17th. Tomorrow I’ll visit
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