In tandem

It’s 85 degrees outside and the leaves are falling off the trees. Some have turned yellow or brown, and they gently glide down to the freshly-cut grass. I’m still scratching mosquito bites; this doesn’t make any sense.  I took another trip around the sun in a place where the sun is stronger and should be…

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I dreamed.

I dreamed I was getting married, all ready in a dress, people sitting and waiting. I walked down the aisle, and the light was very bright. I woke up and didn’t know to whom I had been wed. I dreamed I was in England with people I haven’t seen or spoken to in years. Conversations that…

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Run

I used to think the emptiness was romantic. Not anymore. Ambiguity, uncertainty, no tangible destination…I thought that was how life was supposed to be. Always planning the next trip, always moving forwards…but into what, I never stopped to think. When there’s nowhere to go anymore, you’re forced to sit with yourself. At at that time…

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Downtown

Life is a series of events that encourage letting go, and some of these releases only occur in depth and profundity when you are finally a parent. I know because my parents told me so, and it’s one of life’s painful beauties.  Other occasions of letting go are sometimes imperceptible, and some don’t hit you…

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The Circle

I’ll tell you a story. I remember it from when I was young: “Ring a ring of rosies, a pocket full of…” Oh, child, there’s a ring around the world. You can’t see it, we think we can feel it, but really, it’s not going to touch you. At least that’s the hope. There are…

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Springtime, for…(?)

Springtime, again. Technically, spring started back in March, like it did when I was a kid in England. The daffodils bloomed too early, now there is pollen everywhere, and it gets through the cracks in the windows. I had to wipe off my iPad this morning before I turned on the radio. Because now we…

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Characters at the Airport Bar

She’s drinking Chandon at 7:22 a.m. Pulling at an earring while starting into space, she’s not just sipping from her glass, she’s taking large gulps. A secret drinker, frightened flyer, or off somewhere for the weekend, it’s impossible to tell. She takes the check, signs quickly and puts her purse straight back in her bag.…

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Speaking of Falling Stars

There were two stars in the sky, one twinkled, and the other fell. She spent hours following the falling star’s almost imperceptible trajectory across the sky with her eyes. She wanted to try and figure out where it could possibly land. Through darkness and into timid morning light, she waited. Her hands were outstretched, her…

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The Feeling of Words

I have left my words in many places all over the world. In reality, I know that the places I have visited do not constitute a global trip – merely a few thousand miles – but its further that some places that other people have gone. I’ve written on laptops in airports, on buses, sat…

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I will always be a runner

I don’t believe in the merits of constant motion, as one needs to settle into oneself in order to exist, set down roots, and build a home. Yet I do love travel. I adore running. And I think that with the right amount of balance, and of course, attention to limbs and feet and the…

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