I see, I listen, I think. Therefore, I write.
We woke up to some sunshine one Saturday morning in October. Sunshine and smiles—for me, they go together. In the afternoon, we went out, hoping the sun would hold. It didn’t, and we got caught in a near-freezing drizzle. The … Continued
Do you have trouble throwing stuff? Those that you might have treasured in the past but are no longer of current importance to you. Not too long ago, I rummaged through a couple of old boxes to make room for … Continued
I remember, as a child, eating dark, fragrant, and sweet rice cake so sticky it stuck to my teeth. I was three years old, and those rolls of black rice became my first delicious memories. Memories of standing past midnight … Continued
In the film Babette’s Feast, a highly-gifted chef schooled in cooking as high art escapes war-torn Paris. She finds herself living in gentle servitude to two good and pious but dour, nearly joyless, sisters. With no inkling who Babette is, … Continued
I love Paris. Don’t you? My fascination with it compelled me to set two short stories in Brief Encounters with Solitary Souls in Paris. In my last post I refer to one of them. That story is not entirely fiction. … Continued
Can writing heal what ails you? Many studies show you can write to save your life. I started writing my thoughts and feelings in a little notebook when I was a kid. I think it was my way of coping … Continued