June 11, 2017
We ended our cruise tour in Bucharest, my first real home away from my home country. I felt a thrill once I stepped off the boat, and as our bus drove past familiar, yet vastly spruced-up sights, I swelled with pride. Around every corner, I see memories. Good memories that make me laugh. Some that […]
Read More →June 5, 2017
The countries of former Yugoslavia are dear to me. The first time I left the U.S., I went to Belgrade in the Serbian republic and Dubrovnik in the Croatian one. I fell in love with the people, so full of life, so easy to talk with, even about long-forbidden spiritual topics. That was 1986. After […]
Read More →June 2, 2017
We made it! Back to the lands I love. I’m having a grand time–except for one thing. I feel conflicted. It’s time I come clean. I’m having a hard time with one area of my life. There’s something that I wish I could keep to myself but I can’t. I need to be authentic. And […]
Read More →May 22, 2017
I’ve been thinking about the importance of place lately. Why, you may ask. Because I’m going home. Actually, I’m going home to two homes. Are there places you love? Places you consider home, even when you don’t live there and perhaps haven’t lived there for decades? I have many. I’ve lived in places that I’ll hold dear […]
Read More →March 6, 2017
My weekend with writing friends, wonderful as it was, quickly became overshadowed the very next weekend. This time, I flew to Orlando (a better place to visit in February than Chicago). This time, I was with friends from Romania. Eight American women, my former teammates who served in Romania right after Communism fell, reunited for four days. […]
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