Afghanistan and the Road Well Traveled
We flew into Afghan territory at dawn, witnessing a spectacular sunrise over the barren, convoluted terrain. At 8 am we were over Kabul.
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Trees are my people
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Here water, like belonging is ephemeral.
On the Bright Side of Isolation
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I am stuck at home with my parents and my younger brother and we might as well enjoy this time together.
First Robin of Spring
by Ilse Turnsen
“I perceived, heading toward me, a shimmering projectile, which as it neared, corporealized into a young boy, I judged to be about three years old…”
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When my grandfather, who had hobbled my grandmother throughout their marriage, passed away, my Grandma became nomadic.
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Now it’s even more mysterious.
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The moon is more than a hunk of rock and ore.
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I hold dear to my heart my Louisiana roots; its cooking, its music, its joie de vivre.
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Life on the Covid edge.
Sharing our collective experience can help and it can also add a little levity.
The Covid-19 Blues–while in France
Who knew there was a virus silently trying to infiltrate everyone’s bloodstream?
Wandering Wakefield 