Tugging at one author’s thread about the timelessness of beach communities, I find frustration in change, the difference in past and present a painful reminder of what was and will never be again.
I do most of my writing on other websites and write in personal journals, finding pen on paper the best method of sparking creativity. Now and again, however, I'll find a little something to share on these pages in my not-so-regular personal blog.
Wind billows through the open windows of my brother-in-law’s car as we negotiate a series of hairpin turns where Mount Pantokrator meets the sea. Below us lies the village of Kalami, beloved home of novelist Lawrence Durrell. Judas trees flaunt their brilliant purple blooms against a backdrop of snowcapped peaks. The silvery leaves of centuries-old […]
I walked away from Pittsburgh 12 years ago to shut the door on the most painful chapter of my life, losing my sister. A flood of memories haunts me on my return.
I spent this week on the road in the typical whirlwind of updating a guidebook. As I drove home, I reached a fork in the road, a decision point. And I took it.
Dealing with masses of files and papers? Coping with clutter means millions of micro-decisions. It’s that accumulata of life that gets in the way of living.
Imagine a world without shopping. Some of you may shrink away in horror at the thought. But have you considered how not buying things could make your life richer?