In Life’s Midriff

In Life’s Midriff

My history is littered with remnants of unforgettable encounters.  Briefly written chapters with people who had a moment inside my four walls.  Some simply opened the door and glanced in.  Others seemed interested enough to stay awhile. A few abruptly entered without...
Valentina

Valentina

She wandered into my boutique at five minutes before six in the evening on the very day that I had made the fateful, frightening and excruciating painful decision to sell my business and move across the country.  Tapping on her wristwatch she motioned her inquiry as...
Paradise at Mile 0

Paradise at Mile 0

I can understand why a Key West vacationer would feel compelled to depart their established life with its demands, duties, and drudgeries to move to the Florida island without expectations nor a job awaiting them. Having just returned from a week on the six square...
The Newspaper Man

The Newspaper Man

It was early on a Sunday morning, as I stood with a handful of other patient shoppers outside of Trader Joe’s neighborhood market, when I encountered the newspaper man. TJs (as the locals call it) was not yet open for business. Those of us in need of soy milk, almond...