Why I write

There is nothing new under the sun but our perception of things. Technology advances, civilizations flourish and fall, but the human spirit never changes. We are born with all the storylines able to touch our soul. These basic tales bind us through time and cultural differences and allow us to relate to each other while… Continue reading

Letters to Lelia – Letter Twenty – Facing yourself

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I don’t really know what it was that persuaded Seth I was worth a place in the order and I never worked harder in my life. See, there are the flashy presentations, the ones that make everything look effortless and magical, and then there is the grueling work that makes the presentation possible, the flaws… Continue reading

Letters to Lelia – Letter Twenty One – Charting your path

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The most common reaction people have when they meet resistance is to back away and search for another path, usually one less contentious, one that doesn’t stretch their capacity or comfort zone. This other path usually leads nowhere through an ever lessening sequence of diminishing resistance. It eventually gets you to a point of indifferent… Continue reading

Despite her busy schedule Sarah secretly enjoyed one lavish indulgence whenever she could: her private aromatic garden. The garden was laid out on a smooth platform overlooking the ocean, the east edge of which ended with a pair of winding stone stairs that embraced a small fountain like parentheses. The stairs ended half buried in… Continue reading

The box

“You are wrong, there are only ten.” “No, there are not, trust me, there are eleven.” “Ten.” “Eleven.” “You don’t know what you are talking about, there are twelve”, said a skinny youngster with an unsteady adolescent voice that broke on strong vowels like a yodel. “Care to count them, nerd-face?”  a tall girl with glasses… Continue reading

Rosalie’s perfumes

She stirred the mix gently, watching it turn bright lime green. The rounded bottom of the test tube remained lightly coated with the oily liquid for a while, making the glass look green too. Rosalie brought the little vessel closer to her nostrils and took in the fragrance in a slow deep breath. It smelled… Continue reading

Of art, expression and feelings

“What are you doing?!” Jacob’s mother’s voice thundered from behind, startling him. Jacob looked puzzled at his mother and wondered what was her problem. He had been hard at work painting a watercolor crayon masterpiece on his bedroom wall and he was very happy with the results. His little tongue stuck out through the front teeth… Continue reading

In the garden

In the soft warmth of the evening Jane and Tessa were enjoying a refreshing drink of cold water as they watched the sun slowly widen on the horizon, tingeing the tops of the corn husks in phosphorescent orange. “I think we should grow a quarter acre of peas next year, just to try them out,… Continue reading