I write what refuses silence
· Journal
Sister's 60th birthday: overnight flights, German cobblestones, Amsterdam canal light, Brussels chocolate, and finally Bruges — which earned every superlative I have and a few I had to invent.
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A World Embraced by Love
· Travel Journal
The Europe trip for my sister’s 60th birthday deserves its full scale here: Germany, Amsterdam, Belgium, France, Switzerland, and especially the slower, truer joy I felt in Bruges.
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The Beauty is in the Journey
· Life & Place
Santa Fe in February is quiet in a specific, instructive way. The tourists are gone. The sky is pewter and enormous. The mountains look serious. I moved here partly because I needed a place that would not accommodate noise.
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Dreams Unleashed
· Travel Journal
Puerto Vallarta was short, dusty, funny, and alive: a hop-on-hop-off tour, Jorullo Bridge, ATV through the jungle, tequila somewhere in the middle, and the feeling of having spent two days somewhere actual.
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Travel Life
· On Writing
There is something about winter that strips everything back to essentials. The trees bare, the fields blank, the daylight rationed — and I find this season the most generative of all.
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Azure Hues
· Travel Journal
Palm Springs held Christmas light, warm desert afternoons, dinner at The Tropicale, and the clean edge of finishing Book 1 in a place that felt both restful and clarifying.
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Full Moon in Palm Springs
· On Writing
I will be honest: I drove to Palm Springs specifically to look at a full moon. That is the kind of thing that sounds romantic in a poem and mildly unhinged in a journal.
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Embrace With Love
· On Writing
Some poems start as fragments in a draft folder and stay unfinished for a long time. I no longer treat that as failure; I treat it as process.
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Silver Threads in Shadowed Skies
· Travel Journal
Belize was joyful in the exact way the notes promised: Monique, her sister, Ambergris Caye, slow meals, turquoise water, and a lighter version of myself by the time I came home.
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Whispers of Ambergris Caye