What happens when you put a water loving plant in a desert?
Jimmy scoffed, and kept pummeling me with his story...
There was a lovely woman in Kirkwall, on my honeymoon with Scott in Orkney. I have one photo of her, and I remember her name being “Barbara.” She wore a red beret, large brown clogs and sweatpants. Typical of the acquaintances we easily made, she was from California. She had wanted to live in Orkney for… Continue reading Timeless Orkney
[An excerpt from my memoir: The Parts that Felt Like Me - a Pilgrimoire (working title)] " This was 2010, when I’d met and stayed with Paul in the harbor town of Leith, Edinburgh. It had been a yummy holiday, and Paul had to get back to the business of weekend visitation of his children. Paul and I took… Continue reading Umber Geordie
Now that my heart is, at last, broken, I can tell you about him. On rainy days, I would think about my lover, and there was nothing but flight in my heart. I could conjure up the image, and I would begin to feel that I had life in my veins. I could think straight,… Continue reading Great Love Affairs
Peace from the Resistance Truly special places cause all the other tourists around you to melt away, and you are left alone with the place. Yet, there is nary a spot of Amsterdam that hasn’t been overturned like a fertile field over and over. You will certainly find the Begijnhof by looking at the tourist brochures. It is in… Continue reading Begijnhof
The following is an exerpt from my memoir, a short part of the passage about memory I wrote last night. There's morebeyond the photo! Love that photo. *** "A few things I see in this new dream, namely the things she told me. I may have a feeling that I saw or heard something else.… Continue reading The Trouble with Memory