One bite of the blueberry muffin awakens a flavor-memory deep in my psyche archived in the folder titled: DELICIOUS! Zahara's Delicious Blueberry Muffin Zahara was eight years old when she asked if she could bake cookies by herself. “By myself,” she repeated slowly and with emphasis. I toiled over the dangers of the…
Taking a Break via the Sands of Time There was a time, Markolee took a shower every afternoon at 4:41p.m. He is my time keeper. The child who is waiting at the door at 8:55 when I say I'm leaving the house at 9. He was seven years old when he scribbled the letters sand-hourglass…
The first time I tried ordering lunch in Italy last summer, my rudimentary Italian failed me. I had no clue what to say. I pointed to dishes of food behind the glass case and the woman serving me zoomed in on my finger and tried to match it to a dish. “Si?’ she asked, pointing…
I submitted my second manuscript to my agent, bought a house, and spent one month in Italy with my family. It was easy adjusting to the pace of life there, maneuvering the language is a story for another time. While I captured a few photos, there were moments that could not fit into the frame…
Sometimes, little noses greet the roses,
Today, I opened my spring/summer suitcase, pulled out a pair of sandals and shorts, and painted my toenails red.
The season is changing.
Hot cocoas, stews and blankets are going into hibernation.Mojitos, salads, and light sheets will replace them.I’m not ready for the heat of summerBut I am ready for the…