It rained this week in Bolivia. Everyday that I was there. Except this morning as I rode to the airport with our Argentinian partners, driven by a Pastor who had become a friend. Bolivia constantly made me think of Sri Lanka. The palm trees, the buildings. I’ve wondered if they are along the same either longitude or latitude. I can’t google right now from a cruising altitude of 35,000 ft to remember which of those...
First you have to find the right rock. It needs to be smooth and flat. One with the rough edges already kind of knocked off. Then you curl it up in your pointer finger. Side-wind your arm back, keeping it down low to your side. Bring your arm forward and give your wrist a little flick as you release the rock to skip across the surface of the water. It hits the water, causes a...
Every Oklahoman has their story. Their story of where they were. Who they were with. What they were doing. This is mine. Where I was. Who I was with. What I was doing at 9:02, April 19th, 1995 and in the days to follow. I was putting on make-up in the bathroom of the two bedroom apartment I shared with two friends in Edmond, OK. (The same city I'm sitting in now, twenty years later)....
The snow is falling onto the tracks train 800 is chugging along across the Canadian countryside. I'm on this train in car 4 seat 8D. A window seat. Sipping on coffee, listening to music and again moving at a high rate of speed while sitting completely still. I love trains. I feel a little nostalgic, a little poetic, a little like I should be wearing a petticoat under my skirt, carrying a carpet bag and...
It's early on a Saturday morning and I just woke up in the home I grew up in. I'm walking back through my memories of these past couple of weeks, as I am listening to familiar clocks tick in the early jet lag hours I usually enjoy after a long trip away from home. The red flag of Turkey flapping in the wind. They like their flag as much as we like ours. Languages and...
