For My Mothers
The flavor is not quite the same. I don’t lack access to any ingredient, spice or seasoning one can imagine, nor the ability to have it. I don’t lack culinary experience, as a once-professional chef. I don’t lack desire. The texture is not quite the same. I don’t lack the availability of any technology…
Not Already Behind
It is still 2016 when I write these words, although the ball drop is quickly approaching. It has been a long, difficult year. I did not imagine, one year ago, what this year would hold, although in retrospect, all the elements were presenting themselves to me, waiting to be deciphered. It was a…
Love in Spirit, Flesh and Cyberspace
I love you. That’s pretty much it. And not only because it’s Valentine’s Day. Just because… Love is the truth of who we are. One of the wisest messages I ever received is this: You don’t have to like everyone. That kind of emotion lies strictly in the human realm. Love is something entirely different.…
Aaaaah, What a Relief it Is
Worrying is like praying for what you don’t want. ~Unknown I don’t like to worry. It bothers me when I do it. And it really bothers me when other people do it. I realize the futility of worry. I understand that it actually sickens the body. I know that it never leads to…
Personal Grace
I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, sitting at my dining room table, tapping away at the keys of my laptop. It’s a warm sunny day, and the day is filled with grace. I am weeks behind on work, completely unprepared for the trip I am taking tomorrow, and my taxes are…
The Ride
Do you know anyone in full tilt struggle? I do. At any given point of my life, there have been a few people around me having a particularly hard time, caught in the downward slope of their own personal roller coaster ride, wondering if the descent will ever end, and if it does, will…
Dispatches From Morocco, Part I
It’s the third day of my first grand adventure of the year. I find myself in Morocco, which is not only a new country, but a new region for me – North Africa. As I drive through the country to the various sites, I’m reminded of Delhi, of Athens and of Indonesia. There are pangs…
For My Valentines
To you, the piece of my heart living outside my body, who stands so tall, strong and beautiful To you, beside me for double decades, for whom brother is too small a title To you, who honors my goddess, tantalizes my witch, and urges the shield around my heart to drop To you, who has…