Snapshot: Man In the Corner On the Blue Line

There is a man and two women standing in the corner of a car on the T.  The train is a blue line bound for Wonderland and the man and the two women board at Aquarium and ride on past Maverick where I debark. The man is white and young and dressed in slacks with [...]

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Mixed Up: A Poem

Tired of not being understood – exclamation point (!) Tired of everything coming at the wrong time because I can’t say what works for me and I can’t say what I want. Tired of not having the things I need when I need them and then having them magically appear when I don’t. Tired of [...]

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Portrait: A Child’s Eyes

Sometimes you plan and plan a trip, but in the end that magical feeling you so wanted to remember forever eludes you.  Squatting in the patchy shade of a camel-chewed tree, this is how I felt after my desert safari in Rajasthan, India.  Suffice it to say, a young, single woman should think better of [...]

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On the Streets of Mumbai – First Encounter with the Street Children

There’s a street just around the corner and down the footpath from the Churchgate train station.  I couldn’t tell you the address of this place, but I could describe it as bordering one of Mumbai’s several maidens, or grass malls, and housing a line of cheap clothing stalls.  It doesn’t much matter the address, as [...]

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The Novel – Opening

Starting a novel in a tattered notebook, sitting at the back corner of a pizza joint in small town, Maine, USA, isn’t exactly how I envisioned doing this.  Then again, most of the writing I’ll do and have done that pertains to travel and living the life of a happy nomad has probably also been [...]

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