No Turning Back

Scintilla #7– What have been the event horizons of your life – the moments from which there is no turning back? There are times in our life when we stand at an intersection and more often than not it requires hindsight to know we were even there. Yogi Bera once said, “When you come to theContinue reading “No Turning Back”

I Don’t Fly Well, Or Rather, I Don’t Land Well

Returning to Costa Rica in the fall of 1998. The trip had gone relatively well, as flights go, although the weather was a bit rainy when we arrived in Dallas. We got on an American Airlines flight listed as non-stop from Dallas to Costa Rica. Once we were secured in our seats. the captain came onContinue reading “I Don’t Fly Well, Or Rather, I Don’t Land Well”

My First Boss, A Cowboy Born in the Wrong Century

   “Mr Thomas was born May 31, 1915 in Fossil, Oregon, to William and Mary Thomas…. He worked on several ranches in wheeler county and was a professional rodeo cowboy……..”  Jim Thomas was born in the wrong century for cowboys. I knew him most of my early life but never knew until his obituary thatContinue reading “My First Boss, A Cowboy Born in the Wrong Century”

Attacked by Gusanos!

“Edible: Good to eat and wholesome to digest, as a worm to a toad, a toad to a snake, a snake to a pig, a pig to a man, and a man to a worm.” —Ambrose Bierce (The Devil’s Dictionary) For those of you who read this blog and live in northern urban centers, theContinue reading “Attacked by Gusanos!”

Hand Gestures, Costa Rican Style

Today, on our return from marketing, I saw a man on a bicycle greet a friend. As they passed, one gave the other the standard non-verbal Costa Rican howdy-do, a raised arm, in a sort of reverse chopping motion, a flick of the wrist, and the index finger snapped forward. It’s fluid and concise. IfContinue reading “Hand Gestures, Costa Rican Style”

Truck Trouble for the New Year

Our truck is 26 years old. It is a Jeep pickup and one tough vehicle. In fact, it’s the oldest vehicle still operating down here on this Atlantic coast, a place with punishing salt air that plays havoc with metal and all things electrical. Or, I should say, it was operating until the Saturday before NewContinue reading “Truck Trouble for the New Year”

Thoughts On Memoir and Angles of Repose

Finding the angle of repose, that easy place where story flows is no easy task. First, pour your heart out on the page until a pile forms— sufficient text for a memoir, say. (Example: if the memoir has 360 pages, write M=360) Using a life span and brutal honesty, measure the amount of truth versusContinue reading “Thoughts On Memoir and Angles of Repose”

WNFIN, Dredging Up the Past, and Baking Literary Cakes

  “Writing or making anything—a poem, a bird feeder, a chocolate cake—has self-respect in it. You’re working. You’re trying. You’re not lying down on the ground, having given up.” ~ Sharon Olds   I have never done NaNo before, the national novel writing challenge that encourages people to write a novel in a month. I’dContinue reading “WNFIN, Dredging Up the Past, and Baking Literary Cakes”

Essay is Live at Blue Lyra Review

“The words a father speaks to his children in the privacy of the home are not overheard at the time, but, as in whispering galleries, they will be clearly heard at the end and by posterity.” -Jean Paul Richter, writer (1763-1825)   I am happy to announce that my short nonfiction essay, Death Comes Calling,Continue reading “Essay is Live at Blue Lyra Review”