You know your world is getting smaller when you can sit in front of your computer and have a cup of coffee with one of your favorite writers via Skype video chat. That’s what I did recently with Isabel Losada, the London-based author of “The Battersea Park Road to Enlightenment“, “For Tibet, with Love: A Beginner’s Guide to Changing the...
At this point, I’m sure it comes as no secret to anyone that I love to write. Stringing words into sentences and stories brings me a great deal of pleasure, whether I’m doing it for work or play. Sometimes, when it comes to work assignments, I do the best I can with a subject that doesn’t really resonate with me, but other times, I feel truly privileged to be...
A heart divided in two Haunting me Tempting you And I wonder As I imagine your eyes Your touch, your smile If I will somehow lose myself A heart divided in two Hidden by me Found by you Unexpectedly Silently, recklessly, gladly Without looking, I leap In terrifying, joyous free fall A heart divided in two A piece I keep for me The rest I give to you To have, to hold Hopefully...
Sometimes you hear a blast, but other times, the first thing you hear is a siren. You pause. You wait. Do you hear another siren, perhaps several? And then you sigh sadly and pick up the telephone to place a round of calls, because you know that more than one siren usually means a terror attack has taken place and you need to make sure that everyone is accounted for. Sometime...
I saw a little prince Climbing in a tree He scampered to and fro He didn’t notice me I watched him leap from branch to branch He climbed so very high And suddenly that tree became A rainbow in the sky Up among the clouds he went And quickly disappeared Then somewhere in the distance A crowd began to cheer I looked up at the rainbow And knew I had to try To climb until I...
Don’t know how long forever lasts What’s done is done; what’s past is past Don’t know what I’m supposed to do Just want to spend my days with you Walking, talking, holding hands Side by side in distant lands Sharing secrets, fleeting glances Hold you close for stolen dances Music meant for you and me Close my eyes; you’re all I see...
It was the hardest telephone call I’d ever had to make. “He’s gone,” I said quietly. “It’s over.” I could hear my father’s sharp intake of breath, followed by a choked sob. From my mother I heard nothing. Sitting on the narrow bed in our spartan hospital apartment with my husband by my side, I proceeded to convey the news to my parents that their six-month-old grandson had...
“Let’s go for a walk,” I said to the boy He replied with a scowl; turned back to his toys “And what if I promise you fun on the way?” “What if I told you it’s mud puddle day?” Curiosity piqued, he followed me out Still mumbling and grumbling, his face in a pout No patience for walks and wanting to play We wandered in silence; he...
When day is done I shall not weep I’ll close my eyes And try to sleep Try not to think Of days long gone Try not to think Of special songs Try not to think Of games we played Try not to think Or be afraid To live my life Without you here To wait in vain You won’t appear Except in dreams I see your face And so I wait For sleep’s embrace Tweet
As an expat living in a country I love, I know that I will never feel 100% at home in either place and will always feel that I’m being tugged back and forth between them in so many ways. I was very shy and socially awkward as a kid, and had a difficult time making friends. It got better as I got older, but I’m still shy, and quite often, I’m still the...