The beginning of the end

As far as I can tell, there are three kinds of endings that mark the points along this curvy road of life.  First there is the quietly-disappear-don't-realize-it's-never-coming-back kind of ending where life goes on as normal and the possibility of the thing that just ended still exists in your mind.  You don't think to say... Continue Reading →

On African Color (part 2)

We met them at the airport.  It was two o'clock in the afternoon and they had been traveling for twenty-six hours.  "You made it!  Karibuni!  Karibu New York!  Sasa?  Umeamka?  Poa!  I'm so glad you all are here!"  We gathered the group of twenty-eight travel-weary singers towards one side of the arrivals hall and waited... Continue Reading →

Tips for the solitary traveler

In our highly structured and relatively dangerous world, spontaneous adventures for solitary travelers are generally regarded with fear, confusion, or disbelief. Fear: "Why would you DO that?!" Confusion: "WHY would you do that?!" Disbelief: "Why would YOU do THAT?!" Naysayers may sometimes be wise people, so don't throw them off entirely.  Still, don't let them... Continue Reading →

On Plastic

Ode to Plastic Bending and unyielding; Soft as flesh or hard as bone. Inanimate.  And yet there is No form you cannot assume, No task to which you are not applied. Shaper, connector, keeper; All the tools of this great race are Fashioned from you and by you. No child of these generations will know... Continue Reading →

Long Journey To Nowhere

"Rachel!  I'm inviting myself over.  Is that okay?  Are you and the kids home this afternoon?  I haven't seen you in ages and I finally have a free afternoon." "Come on over!  We're here." "Cool - I'm leaving school in about thirty minutes." "Great!  See you soon." So began my Tuesday afternoon.  I sat a... Continue Reading →

The Chain … (an arrangement, solo)

So, a week ago Friday I performed for an assembly at school.  The kids were doing a talent show and I was the teacher "filler" act while the judges deliberated on a winner from the student participants. I decided to do a song by Ingrid Michaelson called "The Chain."  Lauren introduced me to it a couple... Continue Reading →


Long day.  No food in the fridge.  Craving Indian curry and rice.  Head to the nearest food court. There were only a handful of people eating dinner on the top floor of Westgate.  A slow night in the mall with some of the usual types:  An elderly Indian couple out with their grown children.  A... Continue Reading →

Two days in tobacco country

Dec 29th - 31st She gave me a curious look - maybe hesitant or confused, certainly amused - and responded, "Do we bathe every day? Of course." I glanced off towards the field for a moment, faintly embarrassed. I had come prepared to rough it. What's three days without a bath after all? But my... Continue Reading →

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