Love Calls Us to the things of this world It was June 19, 1914. Hans and Sarah walked slowly around the Reichstag building. The air was fresh coming from the Spree River. They wandered through the park in front of…

Writing is love’s lens. ……….through it is our ability for sharing what we write with others, so they recognize the person who wrote it, or is writing it, as being alive and present in the world. In other words, Creating…

The next day, Mutti faced the men. “My husband has been deployed. His son volunteered for war.” Mutti paused her speech and looked around. She stood in front of the main auction house and packing shed, a wooden building 1500…

Poppy red Jetta cruising down I-95. Right after the merging of all the freeways. Flip phone in hand, seeing Armitage street exit come up. - How do I get there again? I ask - Meghan, c'mon really? - Yeah, I…

My mom never texts me. I mean, she does, sometimes. Two blondes in two boxes, I make sure my fly away hairs have been smoothed down for this call. Jumping into the middle of the call, I immediately extend my…

And I am grateful for everything and everyone who’ve helped me along the way. Here in this town of many consciousness-raising possibilities, I just completed an MBSR - Mindfulness Based Stress Reduction - class at Osher Center, and I am…

It was sophomore year, Spring semester breaking as the frozen Winter campus melted into meadows of crocuses, colored deep blue and gold, the University’s colors. Everyone was doing it, it seemed…. The shop lifting thing…. So Deidre decided to try…

These friends who became our enemies. One week later, on April 7, 1933, the government passed the Law for the Restoration of the Professional Civil Service. The Law restricted employment in the civil service to Aryans. Three classes of civil…

He smelled of cigarettes, leather, paint lacquer, paint thinner, gold leaf and slight deodorized sweat. Everyone said I looked like him….i do have his large brown eyes. And his aquiline nose with a slight bump in the middle. He was…

Two bright red cans of coca-cola sitting on the granite counter. I love these secret delicacies at Katy's house. Her mom Ann, pale skin from Irish descent, asks Katy and I if we need anything else. Katy smiles and turns…