Lima, after years

I’m happy to be able to accompany JC back to his home after years of living abroad — first in Rome, now in DC, the city which the Founding Fathers referred to as “Rome on the Potomac.”  We met in Lima in 1992 and I haven’t been back...

Master of My Fate, Captain of My Soul

Welcome to what’s sure to be an interesting year. Last week, I planned on writing about the reading and workshop I did at Miriam’s Kitchen, but the New Year and a brush with a virus laid me down. I love what the name of this nonprofit represents. Miriam...

Ghostly Reminders

Ah, Halloween is once again upon us. I much prefer the Mexican version since it feels less about getting as much candy as you possibly can (sugar skulls and calaveras excepted) and more about remembering the people you love who have died. (Of course, I might be guilty...

Sea of Stories

So Iff the Water Genie told Haroun about the Ocean of the Streams of Story, and even though he was full of a sense of hopelessness and failure, the magic of the Ocean began to have an affect on Haroun.  He looked into the water and saw it was made of a thousand...