• Life,  Poetry,  Truth,  Writing

    Of All the Places….

      of all the places, i remember it best.       our house on the corner – suburban Miami circa 1970s: 3 bedrooms. long hallway. “florida” room. tall heater on the living room wall. a front porch for making mud pies. sunday dinners on the homemade table. jumping fish. spilled spaghetti…. slid right off the plate! boy, was mom mad! nail polish in the carpet. a bunny (and his poo!) in.the.house. a dog playing in our yard. pulling weeds every weekend. cleaning the bathroom. my bedroom with corner windows. always rearranging my books. lots of books. writing. lisa t lived across the street and one house over. cute mark, her…

  • Life

    Come on Down!

    Ever have one of those moments when a breeze, a song, or a smell reminds you of a time and place that’s faint in memory, but vivid in your heart?  Everything else around you falls away and in that moment, you’re transported back in time. That happened to me this week. During an extraordinarily hectic day at work, I decided to step off campus and head around the corner to the little Chinese restaurant. A quiet lunch where no one knew my name was the respite I needed. While waiting for my food, decompressing, and fiddling with my phone (what did we do before mobile devices??), I realized I was hearing a familiar song….. And just like that – I was…