As I write this my head is spinning from the jet lag, and I struggle to figure out what day of the week it is.
As I write this my head is spinning from the jet lag, and I struggle to figure out what day of the week it is.
When my one and only child spread her wings and went off to college, the feeling of Empty Nest is more powerful than anything. The
This is a follow-up to the stories My Breakfast Went Cold and Scent Of An Evening, published on May 15 and June 1, 2017 respectively. Ever since
The joy of having a house guest, no matter how tiny my quarters are at the moment, is uplifting for the soul. When this house
*This project is in collaboration with Chef Jessie Sincioco, who generously – and gamely – agreed to the idea. The setting is Chef Jessie’s Restaurant in
Friendship is a form of prayer that nurtures and nourishes body and soul. The few people I call friends give the word “supportive” new dimensions