Few things exist in this world that fill my heart with more happiness than fall in Indiana. In the words of George Eliot, “my very soul is wedded to it.” I arrived after dark and so could not see much but wide open navy blue as my parents drove me home from … Continue reading
Poetry, music, forests, oceans, solitude – they were what developed enormous spiritual strength. I came to realize that spirit as much or more than physical conditioning, had to be stored up before a race. – Herb Elliot, Olympic champion and world record holder in the mile, trained barefoot, wrote poetry, and retired undefeated. Two weeks … Continue reading
As I am writing the snow is coming down outside the coffee shop window that I am perched behind. New York City is under a winter storm warning with accumulations of 14 inches of snowfall predicted. I am ecstatic. I love snow, I do. I love everything about it. This sentiment, I’ve learned, to my … Continue reading
Just at the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains, a single lane, dirt road leads to my sister’s retreat from life in Atlanta, her cabin in the woods. It is here were she and my two beautiful nieces, six and four, escape to nature. There are no neighbors, no wifi, no tv, and no makeup. … Continue reading
A Wandering Wino 