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…
Prefer to be read to? Have a listen instead. I woke up at 4 am yesterday to a text from my former landlord claiming charges to repaint the walls in my condo. Charges for “wear and tear beyond normal” that I don’t believe I should be blamed for. The claim seems petty, and…
Prefer to be read to? Have a listen instead. I moved house this week, but I can’t blame that entirely on why I don’t have a proper story today. I had a couple of stories, spinning in my head, and there they will remain – spinning – until I’m able to spin them out…
Prefer to be read to? Have a listen instead. Sometimes, it’s the bad decisions that lead us down the path we’re meant to tread. The path leading to connection, inspiration, reflection, and just simple ice cream bowls of happiness. This week, as I tried to record the audio version of my book, I…
Prefer to be read to? Have a listen instead. I almost didn’t write this week. A jumble of chaotic busyness and 24-hour fasting that I actually believe made my brain stop functioning is the cause. Unexpected changes in plans played their part too. The moon is getting full, so I tend to…
Every year, a local business here in Nicaragua hosts an Annual Race Day in our neighboring beach community of Gigante. Mixed with Nicaraguan locals and us hybrid Euro and Ameri/Canadian ex-pats, the event raises money to support the entire day of beach races, beach swims, live music, and supports a local charitable cause. For…
I lay on his table, my eyes shut, tears streaming down the side of my head and pooling into my ears. I had never been to an osteopath before and wasn’t sure what an osteopath did. What I did know in that moment was that an osteopath hurt. His strong hands pressed deep…
It was a squall, to be sure. Fast moving and furious, the rain came down in sheets seemingly AT you, filling the roads with rainwater that was easily ankle deep in minutes. The lightning in the sky above flashed through my windshield fantastically. I do love a good storm. It wasn’t safe to…
This week, during a busy-ish few days, I impulsively made an appointment at the local spa and gave my long-neglected toes a shiny new pedicure. For the last few months, I’ve been working my way through The Artist’s Way. For those of you who aren’t familiar, it’s a book written for writers, or any…