Blogs I Love

I started sharing my work publicly earlier this year, in February of 2017. Anyone who knows me personally can tell you that my bearing is not one of self-importance or confidence. I am very self-critical and have enough self-doubt to keep me...well, to keep me to myself forever! Much to my own surprise and trepidation,…Read more Blogs I Love

Sense of Fall

There is so much tragedy in the world. Though it has always been present, prevalent, stubbornly persistent, it seems alarmingly close now. Too close. For many of us in the west, the world seems to be edging closer to a deep, dark abyss—especially after the events of the past week, the month, the year. It…Read more Sense of Fall

Of Blood and Air: Homelands Lost and Made

  I feel must address the devastation, disappointment and the profound elation (for a significant number of people) spreading in shock waves throughout Germany at this time, the country that I call home. The results of the election were announced a few days ago and they were relatively grim: Chancellor Angela Merkel held on to…Read more Of Blood and Air: Homelands Lost and Made

For Now

It begins with a feeling, barely there. A song from a dream you can’t remember. It might just be the most beautiful song in the world, the way it strains your nerves with effort to recall. Once floating in waves of melody, bathed in golden light. Now adrift in fragments are the embers, unwilling to…Read more For Now

Open Ended

In my last post, Strange New Worlds, I wrote about the vastness of space and how “no man-made wall has ever proven so completely and perfectly impenetrable as unsurmountable distance. Nothing has proven our absolute ineptitude quite like the unconquerable vastness of time and space.” I tried to capture that strange sense of not knowing—that…Read more Open Ended

Strange New Worlds

“Science fiction makes me want to vomit,” my mother once said to me. I completely understood what she meant. Don’t get me wrong, the genre is one of my favorites. But for someone prone to motion sickness, a consummate landlubber—someone who loves the dirt, green, growing things, the sunlight, walking barefoot, the scent of water—the…Read more Strange New Worlds

The Mirror of Love

My son was born healthy and strong. He had the softest brown hair, the smoothest rosy skin, his eyes were open and his button nose was turned up just a tiny bit. His perfect little form was rounded out by wrinkles and dimples. The pain of giving birth to him was so intense that I…Read more The Mirror of Love