Stories from Moldova: I am Liuba
“I am Liuba! My name means love!” Tears stream down her face as she grasps Tanya’s hand through the bars. Her other hand clutches a scarf to her cheek, a new on...
Category: writing
The Good, the Bad and the Beautiful: A Year in Review
The last day of 2022 dawned warm and clear on the island. I snuck out to my writing hut camper for a couple of hours this morning for some quiet reflection time...
Molasses in February
The page is before me. Blank. My words are like dried molasses in the corners of the carton. I need the sweetness to pour, but all I can do is hold the containe...
From Red Letters to Rise Heart
Hello friends, old and new! Welcome to my writing world, newly christened Rise Heart. It’s where I’ll continue to share my prose and poetry. (Thank ...
A quiet season
It’s been a quiet season. I haven’t been writing much at all. There’s no lack of thought, of wrestling with ideas, or experimenting with words...