A Blog About Creativity
I'm excited to announce that my blog post, A Call to Prayer: Morocco, was recently published online in Wanderlust: A Travel Journal. During my trip to Morocco, I was struck by the religious imperative to pray five times a day. Of course, I had no … [Continue reading]
Gertrude is freaking out. I don’t blame her. She’s an extrovert and now we've been ordered to shelter in place for a month. But she’s not making it any easier on herself. The news is on full tilt and she’s watching the stock market plunge. There are … [Continue reading]
You can’t visit Iceland without thinking—now here’s a people who’ve truly made the best of a bad situation. The landscape is stark and unforgiving: Scalding hot geysers. Craggy lava rock. Steam spewing to the surface heaving gray and … [Continue reading]
The stranger who rescued him was a dark-skinned woman. She'd been wearing a green dress with flowers and a matching sweater, delicate pearl buttons running down the front. She smelled exotic like rose petals. All he wanted to do was to thank … [Continue reading]
A sign at a café in Medellín illustrates the Colombiano passion for courtesy. Un tinto—a small cup of black coffee—costs $2000 Colombian pesos. Or about 65 cents. Ask for your tinto with a simple “por favor” and the price immediately … [Continue reading]
At the time of the winter solstice, the veil between heaven and earth narrows, opening us to the possibility of transformation. In some spiritual traditions, it’s called a thin place, an idea that captured my attention enough to use it as the title … [Continue reading]
In between fetching pain pills and making me lunch, Gertrude watches me grimace every time I roll over. Or get up to go to the bathroom. Sneezing is the worst. “No more golf for you,” she says. I’m recovering ever-so-slowly from a bulging disk. … [Continue reading]
No one is expected to be squeaky-clean cradle to grave. As a psychologist at a university counseling center, I was privy to many regrets and misbehaviors, lies, secrets, and even some illegal acts. On a handful of occasions, young men confessed to … [Continue reading]
The muezzin lolls me out of a deep sleep with his plaintive call to prayer. It's 5:30 in the morning, pitch black but for a swath of light through the curtains. Two-wheeled carts are rumbling along the cobblestone walkway below. A moped whizzes … [Continue reading]
For months, I've been edging toward writing another blog post about musings on a recent golf lesson. It was going to be humorous with a message at the end about not being too self-critical. I wish I could feel good about writing that post. But the … [Continue reading]
