Joanna leaned towards Professor Hansen who’d been explaining solar particles colliding with earth’s gases to her. She was holding a book, a children’s book. She quickly flipped open to a specific page she had seen for decades. She pointed to the penguin on that page…
Few experiences in life are more leveling than a language class, where people’s previous identities are mysteriously replaced by characters and coping mechanisms worthy of a Swedish crime drama…
I watched the deep beet red liquid pool around my slice of ham, julskinka, dyeing it with that rich beautiful color. Shaving off a piece of dyed ham, I dipped it into tangy yellow mustard and balanced bits of almond yellow potato on it before my mouthful…
Feeling crisp cold air rushing through my nostrils, breathing heavily trying to regulate the draft, mouth closed, all senses focused; I become fully aware of life happening breath by breath…
Winter is here…
Got upcoming work in AFAR, Heart & Soul, & on Fodors.com. Currently working a couple publication leads too. Will share more as they get closer to fruition.