“The funny thing is, the moment I am in one country, I am homesick for the other.” — Allen Say grandfather’s journey. Flotsam is my new favorite… Read more “Flotsam”
It was as if he needed both to justify himself for being out there alone amidst houses full of people working from home and a witness to his work and life in that strange moment.
Fallen into the turbulent sea.Lost, at times, enveloped in the waves of Change. Original owner holds and lives it allTelling the story of many lands,Some of joy,… Read more “Flotsam Acrostic Poem”
I wish I could add a few more adjectives before the “wilderness” in the title. Agonizing, excruciating, painfully floundering, weary, or desert wasteland. The wilderness may be… Read more “The Wilderness of Transition”
I’m not sure how to begin this post. My adjectives feel limited to the word crazy and unexpected. In the midst of a rapidly-evolving pandemic, the word… Read more “Pandemic Ponderings”
Seven years ago we moved to a fourteenth-floor apartment in a high-rise apartment building. The building had old couches and chairs in the entry way that was… Read more “Sacred in the Ordinary”
My parent’s yard has a hundred year old cottonwood tree. You couldn’t begin to get your arms around the trunk and the branches are strong enough to… Read more “Home as a People and Place”
“Where are you from?” The question that stops an expatriate mid-course, easy-flowing conversation sputters to a stop-and-start jumble. “Uhhh… Iowa? But I’ve only lived there half my… Read more “At Home in the World”