Coming Home to Joy

When I tell my friends in Puerto Vallarta that I am returning to Minneapolis, they think I am crazy. “The weather changes here on October 15th; I can guarantee it,” Ted, owner of the cigar shop, tells me. “It’s like a curtain comes down on the humidity.” “It’s paradise here Read more

Words on Paper: A Visceral Love Story

Loneliness. Sadness. A whisper of impending defeat. “Less than” disable emotions creep in as my mind slows with a need to unclench. Weakened barriers. Weary soldiers. Relentless dreams. A hunger so furious it feels all consuming. What do I do between the moments of mass creation? How do I quiet Read more