Random musings

Flaws and scars

Flaws and scars

At the risk of it being called “hubadera” or attention-seeking, I’m putting this…

Questions and answers

Questions and answers

Ten pm. By this hour, the voices that colonized the mid-size Italian eatery…

Mornings

Mornings

This morn felt a bit like old Sunday mornings. Leaves rustled against the…

On growing old

On growing old

I love growing old. To be at a point where I can say…

A Place of Love: Being 31

A Place of Love: Being 31

There’s a pins and needles feeling sitting on the nimble nails of my…

A Poem for Maya

A Poem for Maya

A Dog Has Died Pablo Neruda My dog has died.I buried him in…