Freedom’s Just Another Word

I have never kept a diary, but if I did, it would be to its pages I would commit the seeming banality of the day-to-day, the little goings-on, meanderings of the mind – those projections, deductions, reflections. Yet one of the most engaging forms of prose I am...

e komo mai

  My neighbor is leaving tomorrow for Vietnam and Cambodia, then he is headed for the continental expanse that is China. This is the same generous soul who has gifted me with two good sized pots of rare bamboo. The same one who flagged me down on our small street...

Who Are You?

Long ago and far away I had a friend who was, and is likely still, a performer. She loves performing so much that she’s made it her life’s work. If all of us felt as passionate about our profession as she, life would be a proverbial tiptoe through the tulips. This...

Soliloquy

You can’t give what you don’t have. It seems obvious to her now, but it didn’t forty years ago. Forty years ago, she fell for a man who was emotionally and, at the time physically, unavailable. Young and a bit naïve, she was desperately and profoundly in love. The...