fly

    “fly” is the right word for me this week as my eldest boarded a plane for the poorest country in the western hemisphere to spend a month working in a remote area on the top of a mountain a one hour drive up and down each day to the health...

Coins in the Fontana Di Trevi (poem)

Coins in the Fontana Di Trevi   When I was 19 at the Fontana Di Trevi I tossed in three coins with the right hand over the left shoulder I lost track of where they landed among hundreds of copper and silver bits splattered like a random mosaic on the fountain’s...

If I Could…

Today– linking up with Lisa-Jo for her Five Minute Writing Prompt: On Fridays around these parts we have a little tradition. We throw caution (editing, revising, and worrying) to the winds and just write. Without wondering if it’s just right or not. For five...