He returned to find Maeve after the day he saw her picking wild garlic. He walked across the bog which smelled of wild garlic, picking his way through a muddy field into which he sank gently. He saw a stone…

The happy only see happiness. Is that too, a form of blindness?

I have to start with what comes up first. It’s a proper form of homage, though, when he was alive, I guess I could’ve done better for him. But then, I was very young and was more concerned with going…

I rode the bus yesterday. It was quite deliberate, I had other choices. My car went into the shop. It's cold here, and sadly, some mice had taken up shelter in the ventilation system under the hood. When I unwittingly…

My very first impression of Phnom Penh, once I shook the disorientation from the foreignness and flight, paid $20 for 30-day visa, collected my bag, and got consumed by the sticky humidity of the rainy season was oh my God,…

Mary, James and I : were doing the most basic goth / emo thing possible – clicking photos of each other at a busted up cemetery. The crusty tombstones, the empty winter sky...it was perfect. 
I recently discovered these old…

We are groomed to "understand" love from an early age. Disney indoctrinates us into this life-long quest to find, THE ONE. Without really diving into the nuances, or the statistics of how love comes about. Love comes in different shapes…

He told me she was the great love of his life. Not something I expected to hear about my grandmother, though certainly in her youth she was a great beauty. But now that she's gone after 101 years of life,…

I used to ask my mom, in the five years or so before her passing, “Tell me about something beautiful today.”  You know, just to break up the litany of malfunctioning body parts.  Now that I am in my 60’s…

Oh come on. Love without swerve is the love of a dog or a teddy bear has for his/her person. Human are multi-dimensional. Even Harlequin Romances have love with swerve. Tension is a normal part of life. Speaking of Harlequin…

I met you in September 1965 and that day turned out to be the most momentous of my life. I knew in that instant that we'd be together and we were friends and lovers and partners until the day you…

"Love." Such a small word that holds so much weight. What other words tighten my chest the way "love" does? Trying to define it, or even feel it, can be burden. It feels wonderful to recall it but as soon…