A year of recovery and growing pains, a year of loss and love. All the words that escaped capture here. Here’s to what’s next.
Tag: fall
Coffee Cups – 2012 Heathrow
Coffee. How I love it. Is it a genetic trait? I hope so. Where my Cuban battery can only be recharged by the jolt of caffeine and sugar? After three weeks in India, this cup was part of the in between travel fogged transition from a new land to me, to the ritual of home….
2020 The Year That Wasn’t
Not one shared word from me. Not one post. Here instead one month into the new year are the pictures. It was a lot of these beautiful moments and also a lot of unknowns, worry, tears, love, laughs and all the rainbow of feelings. Family and friendship. I am ok. My family is ok. My…
2019: Fall at rest
My favorite tree. In my favorite hometown spot. Five years ago, she was on fire. Orange as ever. I felt like I was on fire too. About to head off to Nepal, I was ready for what was next. That fall was spectacular. This fall, she’s not so orange. No so well. Maybe she’s older,…
2019: New Year, Same me
Time for a pep talk. I always have better years on the odd ones. Even if the events of the year are not great, they are always transformative? Glass half full? Seems people miss that the glass has something at all – water or wine, still something. So, my good people, going to try to…
2017 Giving thanks
Making memories, living life doesn’t mean I have stopped reflecting. It’s been an intense time of real adult style stuff. You can either go deep and connect through the story or you can instead share memories of happier times. This summer and fall I could do neither. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, something…
2015: Cows, California, Cafes and Chalupas
“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise, we harden.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Even if I didn’t write about them, I did have some lovely adventures and I love a sunset all over the world. Here’s 2015’s collection. California for some calm and a birthday, Mexico for some chalupas and time with my cub, Michigan…
Destination: November 1989, London
As the land around my cow town goes to sleep for a long winter’s nap, November is my hardest month being here and yet, I never quite manage to be away long enough into the month to spend it in a curry haze in some other land. I miss my father who left this land in…
New York 2011: A New York state of mind
Sometimes, small town living is just that…. small…. slowly, everything is just too predictable and the sameness of every day begins to dent my wanderlustful soul. When I can’t hop on a plane, what better way blow out the cobwebs than a road trip north (and a smidge west) to bask in the glory of…
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