I met Ross Eldridge through my online writing critique group, The Internet Writing Workshop (IWW). As a mark of his writing ability, I felt I knew him personally even though we had never met. His prolific works were always filled with life, wit, charm, and British intellect at its very best. I loved his longContinue reading “Farewell to a Writer, with a capital W”
I’m back to my blog, finally. It’s taken me a bit after the death of my father (here is a nice obit). I am better now, more rested, and more at ease with my emotions. It took two things. Over the past month I have journaled extensively about the experience, and, lo, a short proseContinue reading “Letting Go”
Just a note to visitors from the A to Z blogging challenge, I have to drop out due to a family emergency. I have enjoyed this month’s challenge and will definitely look at doing it next year. Please feel free to stay on my subscription list, I will be posting after this crisis has passed,Continue reading “L is for Leaving A to Z Challenge, or How I was Unable to Continue”
Costarican idioms from A to Z (loosely interpreted) The verb calentar means “to heat,” so this expression means “to get angry” (hot headed). Do I have a problem with this? Ha! This has probably been my single highest hurdle living in Costa Rica. When I first arrived twenty years ago (can it have been thatContinue reading “C is for calenton de cabeza.”
Costarican idioms from A to Z In Costa Rica, bochinche means “to mix it up” or “to fight.” But, curiously, it is also a Costarican national dish. When ordering the almuerzo, or lunch, one can order a casado or a bochinche. The only difference is the way they are presented. The casado is a combinationContinue reading “B is for Bochinche”
Each inhalation, an opening gate. Each exhalation, an accepatance. Moving step by step––in breath––I make my way to the beach. And beyond.
06-01-2012 Unsteady on his feet, the old man wanders the hallways of his prison searching for an exit. Like a gagiit, the Haida indians’ lost soul, one carried away but whose spirit is too strong to die, he caroms from one world to another in his solitary limbo.
03-01-2012 Blinding yellow clusters against an azure sky: the Cortez trees are in bloom again this January.
I’m supposed to be packing; my flight is on time. But the zipper of our past is stuck, and I can’t get this bag open to save myself.
Write about what you know. That’s the advice we’ve all been given. On the surface this seems obvious, even trite, but I now know writing about what I don’t know can be vastly more intriguing and rewarding. About a year ago, I posted a blog entry about my Uncle Elliott, who was killed in theContinue reading “Write About What You Know (or, not)”