There are some things that never fail to catch me off guard. Falling in love. The way the mountains look driving into them. Friends who long since disappeared coming back into my life. Continue reading



It’s Saturday, the second to last one before I fly back across the great big pond. I’ve got the itch for writing again, but I don’t know what for…been reading some old poems I like in vain attempts to spark some creativity which, while fun, it’s really doing much. So I figured I’d tell you about my day instead… Continue reading