Are we home?

What is home? Is home necessarily a physical place? Is home a state of being? Does it have emotions? Is it linear or does it witness change? Does home move like a river, characterized by its ebb and flow? Is it ever elusive? When we think of the answer to a commonly asked question, “So, where’s home?” we automatically spout [...]

2013-10-15T20:47:06+00:00October 15, 2013|Categories: book writing, home, life lessons, memoir|Tags: , , , |

The Bathroom

The Carlisle house. The upstairs bathroom, the kid’s bathroom, was at the top of the stairs and in the middle of the hall. A bathtub with showering capabilities and a toilet were provided on the opposite side of the double sinks and counter. I experienced life’s measurements in the bathroom. The muddy blue double sinks were separated by a light [...]

Remembering Summer

As the hours of daylight slowly lessen and the heat of sun directly overhead shifts to a dim lower angle, I acknowledge the evolving seasons as summer evolves into fall. As a schoolkid on summer vacation, time was my companion and I used it to live in those moments. My summer memories on Carlisle were made outdoors where I had [...]

2013-09-18T21:00:55+00:00September 18, 2013|Categories: book writing, memoir, Writing|Tags: , , , |

Writing as Spiritual Practice

I heard the call. It wasn’t a whisper or a delicate voice or loud words urging me to transcribe thoughts to paper where I hoped to see ideas born into stories. The call went off like an alarm, telling me it was time to awaken my spirit. I received my calling when I was fifteen, accompanied by a pink hardcover [...]

2013-09-04T20:24:31+00:00September 4, 2013|Categories: book writing, life lessons, memoir, spiritual writing, Writing|Tags: , , , |

In the beginning

My tree attraction wasn’t for just any tree. It was a particular birch tree I had grown to know in my early years – developing a kinship with its youth – planted on the same plot as I. Its delicate arms played in uncomplicated innocence, inviting me to circle around it. The poet Robert Frost wrote, “Birches” where, “I like [...]

2013-09-03T16:09:24+00:00September 3, 2013|Categories: book writing, memoir, spiritual writing|Tags: , , , , |

“Well, I volunteer!”

The Chicago Tribune recently reported in an article titled, “Silicon ripple divides San Francisco,” about luxury coach bus service offered by Apple, Facebook, Google and other majors in the Silicon Valley to tech workers to get them to their jobs in the Valley. The private mass transit system appears to separate the high-tech riders with everyone else. The article goes [...]

2013-08-27T17:42:06+00:00August 27, 2013|Categories: Uncategorized|Tags: , , |

Flight-Last Part

“And we’re just about there where we need to turn around.”“Already? Really?”Flight Instructor Michael instructed me to turn left as he pointed to the circles on the instrument panel of where I needed to take the plane. Turning away from the city was difficult. I felt comforted that the city kept pace with me on my right, standing tall and [...]

2013-07-30T19:23:21+00:00July 30, 2013|Categories: memoir, writers|Tags: , , , |

Flight Part 2

Starting from right to left, “Let’s go ahead and flip that switch, then the next two to the left, good,” until we got to the far left on the panel. The ignition.  “Here’s the key, go ahead and turn us on,” he said. I chuckled because hey, at least I knew where to put a key. The engine ignited in [...]

2013-07-23T19:14:55+00:00July 23, 2013|Categories: memoir, writers, Writing|Tags: , , |

From the Bucket List

“Oh hi fellas. Good morning,” I said, interrupting a male threesome. Conversation stopped and heads lifted. No sound came from their mouths except for the short cropped, dark-haired man seated. “Hi, Nancy,” he said as he stood up from his desk. The remaining two turned heads first to him and then to me. They walked out of the office, passing [...]

2013-07-19T20:38:31+00:00July 19, 2013|Categories: writers, Writing|Tags: , , , |
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