“Setenta y siete, setenta y ocho, setenta y nueve, ochenta!” I counted in Spanish as I lifted each baby sea turtle from the red plastic crate and gently placed their tiny wriggling bodies on the damp sand. “77, 78, 79, 80!” It was a lively hatch, and I was grateful for the…
Nearly every morning, I sit on my back porch, a hot coffee in my hand and my little cat Tino sitting somewhere near, scanning the shrubbery for critters, and I write. Sometimes I write about my dreams from the night before. Sometimes about my plans for the day ahead, capturing these thoughts in ink…
Let’s get right to it – the “accidental break” points at the past six weeks of my readers finding their inbox void of my latest piece of writing. I have been writing, but not anything I have wanted to post. Rather, I thought I would maneuver throughout the holiday festivities, indulging in late, late…
The star burned through the night sky, flashing a radiant white and emerald green. Slowly, purposefully, it tailed orange sparks until it seemed to plummet through the dark waves and extinguish itself into the black sea. We sat in silent awe for a moment. “What do you think it means?” I asked…
The moon shone full and bright in the crisp, starry sky as my heavy luggage was loaded into the truck. At 3 am, the early departure was comforted by this nighttime light, and the warm coffee mug in my hands. The last two weeks have been punctuated with epic gatherings of heroes, speaking…
Connection can be found all around us if we pay attention. Sometimes we long for it. Sometimes connection seeks us out when we are not looking. When the sight of something familiar flickers across our panorama unexpectedly, and a memory yawns awake. Or perhaps a slow “oh yeah” grin lifts our faces for a…
Sitting on the plane, my face masked for the first time in months, I think about how this is my second trip to the States this year. I’m grateful for a window seat on a sunny day flight. I used to board a plane every couple of months, zig-zagging continents, changing out currency,…
Currently, I have 1 and 3 half-clients working with me as their Writing Coach. I say “half-clients” because these 3 have started the conversation of wanting to write their books, but have yet to commit themselves to this emotionally arduous journey. However, each has sent me sneak peeks of their writing. Their…
Last week, my friend’s 75-year-old Russian mother moved in with me. She doesn’t speak much English. Right now, I don’t know much about her life except that she, like me, loves jewelry with big colorful stones. She didn’t bring much food with her. I’ve only seen her drink coffee and eat fancy cheese,…
The pristine afternoon sunlight on my back porch invites me to sit. It is the kind of light that illuminates a golden green sheen through the trees, settling over dragonfly wings hovering amongst the nearby flower bushes. Jungle birds are chirping, or caw-cawing, depending on the species. If I listen even closer, I…