Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell
Category: Nostalgia
The Basura Room
Basura, from Spanish trash, was one of the first words my mother learned when we moved to Mexico in 1974. Our housekeeper then was a
Worth The Risk
The great philosophy masters have helped me through a lot of dark moments in my life with their wisdom. Throughout the philosophy and theology semesters
Soul Photography
I’ve been asked several times what my specialization in photography is, and I never have an answer. Lately I have come to resent the question.
83
My mother would have turned 83 today, and instead of staring out at a cold, rainy day in Berlin, I most certainly would have been
Little Red Riding Hood and My Path In The Wood
Looking back and all around me, I am truly grateful to belong to the generation that grew up with books, played in sandboxes, chased friends
FrogDiva Thoughts 