The beginning

The wind deftly gathered her hair, swept it over her face. She closed her eyes, and listened to the boom of the waves as they came and went, over and over, endlessly. She could feel the clouds gathering above her, and she wondered whether she should move or not. As the light, cool rain fell…

The quiet

I’m leaving the country on Tuesday. I went shopping yesterday, to pick up a few things. Toothbrush containers, earplugs, envelopes, a sewing kit. I almost bought a designer pair of tweezers. I’ve never lived in Africa, so right now it’s hard to imagine what I might need, and what would be superfluous. I’m just kind…

never forget

  They have become almost like white noise to many. My own eyes assimilate their presence without true difference, so I am all too often guilty, myself. Then that moment when you find one lying around, seemingly innocuous and common place: Hotel rooms, dollar stores, garage sales, coffee shops, the free bin outside the door…

parting glass

Oh all the money that e’er I spent I spent it in good company And all the harm that e’er I’ve done Alas, it was to none but me And all I’ve done for want of wit To memory now I can’t recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be…

Haiti

I remember  New York. Finally free of the airport, we had walked out the doors and set our feet on American soil. It was raining, and my teammates were crowded under the awning as we waited for our shuttle. Haiti’s February was far warmer and dryer, and we shivered in the embrace of our West…

A story about Brother #5

I have 5 brothers. Actually 6, because my sister got married. Boys are so much different than girls. I would never say in bad ways, but  sometimes I wonder about them. Their lack of fussiness, one of the many reasons I love them, at times has provoked a face-palm or two. Like just a few…

Half-hearted Creatures

“We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”…

Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana

I’m tempted to consider 2013 as somewhat unremarkable. I lived day by day, and all those days steadily turned into more considerable measurements, like weeks and months. Sometimes I stop and have to force myself to remember some of my adventures: I became a full time nanny for two girls. The job was never difficult,…

Going Back

So I’ve moved away from Seattle. I’m okay with this for a number of reasons. I’ve sat through my fair share of traffic. I had a moment in the car this summer, parked on the freeway, where I looked around at all the commuters with indifferent expressions and thought, Oh my word. I don’t think I…

Lost

He sat down on the cold marble, and he waited. Rain cascaded down the glass, rivulets and streams gliding down to cement making small lakes, forcing people to maneuver to reach the double doors and enter the hotel. Even after all this time, his jacket still smelled faintly of his sister’s cigarettes and orange blossom…

The Woman

“During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: “What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?” Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman…

It’s A Real Place

I decided to take the scenic route home, today. On my way from Greenlake to Rainier Beach, I passed through downtown Seattle, China Town, Columbia City, and Hilman City. Some things I passed on the way that  grabbed my attention: The man, the legend, Mark Driscoll Before I moved to Seattle, I had no idea…