Category: Non-Fiction

Imagine stepping through a pair of glass doors, opened automatically as you come near. It’s late February, and the rainy season has paused, bringing warm sunny days that can’t help but make you smile. Consider yourself a woman...

The night before departure, Delhi came to my dreams as a woman in black robes and a fast chase and a land that shifted underfoot. Were it not for the trailing of fuchsia and golden saris, the masala, the stray dogs prostrated in...

“Fresh fish! Get your fresh fish here!” the man yelled as he walked alongside his horse-drawn wagon making his way slowly down 112th street between St. Nicholas and Seventh Avenues in New York City at eight o’clock that sun-lit...

Many people have difficulty categorizing Americans. Actually, we cannot be categorized. We are so different, and yet we are so much the same. It’s the quirky, crazy things that make Americans what we are proudest of being:...

That morning was made all the worse because it had snowed the night before. Flakes that fell slow and parallel to the ground, as if they were laying themselves down. Arriving with a shared intention. Maybe to give my young...

Such a treat a bright blue sky is after a morning of gray in the Pacific Northwest. Even more special is when the equally bright white elongated clouds line up just so, creating a perfectly complimentary background of blue and...

My son, Alex, is learning how to be a psychic. This is in addition to his college classes at SUNY online. He goes to ZOOM classes with other Gen Z mediums and they all channel together. They listen carefully to the words of...

-IV- WOOLGATHERING It always struck me as a curious expression and one my mother always used when she caught me in a moment of idle day-dreaming, a gift I own to this day: woolgathering. More so since the veterinarian in my...

I have raved about your cranberry bread before; however, this season it is nothing less than an ingot of the divine taste of heaven. It is like no other cranberry bread I have eaten and savored: delirious with the wildness of...

What at first glance was a somber photo of two beings clutching one another had now become a devastating portrayal of their final embrace. Leafing through old National Geographic magazines, deciding which would interest my...

Where I live, everything shifted right smack in the middle of March. But those early days of staying home, working only from home, weighing the risk of every step beyond my front door—those days were too unsettling to even begin...

Mama has sat in her rocking chair for the whole morning sleeping soundly, her delicate violin by her side. Little Bryan had lingered around her and popped up to gain her attention but failed as Mama was still in her sweet dream....