I read within a poet’s book a word that starred the page: “Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage!” Yes, that is true; and something more you’ll find, where’er you roam, That marble floors and gilded walls can never make a home. But every house where Love abides, and Friendship…
Tag: Family
To Moms from Marrakech to Music City Post-Holiday
Thank you to Kate, an Australian expat mom I met through InterNations who moved to Marrakech last fall, too. Her son visited and returned home before my children came, and she set up lunch for last Sunday before I left for London knowing I’d need a friend after the holidays who understands the joy of sharing…
Kids, Chaos, and Puppy Love
No joke. I truly thought when my children left the nest I’d fly away, too. If I didn’t make it as far as Italy or Ecuador, I’d migrate south to Seagrove or west to Big Sur. I’d park my vintage camper (circa 1959) and chase seagulls, collect shells, and make a mermaid my muse. I’d…
Happy Birthday to Me…Thanks for the Memories
After all these years, I am still involved in the process of self-discovery. It’s better to explore life and make mistakes than to play it safe. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life…There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your…
Party’s Over and the Jig’s Up…or Let Them Eat Cheesecake
Obviously the holidays are over and all that “goodwill to men” business has expired.
My Cup Runneth Over
The paradox is that no matter how much money one makes, a true artist must continue to starve–to thirst and hunger for truth and love– with abandon. Likewise, no matter how little one earns, life is rich– in its intensity, diversity, and complexity.
