The following is a true story. It’s my first memory: I was five years old and I dreamt I was in the kitchen of my childhood home when I heard a roar that was so loud and terrifying, I put my hands over my ears. A massive lion was pacing at the other end of the room....
God hides the fires of hell within Paradise. — Paul Coelho In the early ninties, a man I was dating, I’ll call him Nick, invited me to his private island in Tahiti. His mother was Tahitian and a friend of...
We baby boomers are in a pickle. We love our electronic devices but they cause us major angst because we weren’t born with an iPad in our hands. I call us the “in- betweeners,” late to the party and a little bit slow on the uptake when it comes to technological...
Catching a Dream Writing is the act of arranging and rearranging twenty-six letters to put words and ideas on a blank page – with somebpunctuation thrown in for emphasis. Your array of letters are at the ready in your virtual tool box. Your screen is a vision board...
I was in the Philippines in the 1980s when a group of Philippine friends took me to a magical place called Mt. Banahaw. One of themowned a small cabin at the foot of the mountain and we had a bite to eat and got ready for an evening climb. When the sun was setting, we...
We don’t know what’s going to happen. This is a loaded statement for any human being. We have trouble living in the “I don’t know.” So much so, we make up stories to fill in the void. But I’ve noticed that the stories I make up are almost always negative ones. I...
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