I've heard people say that “life is filled with many fleeting moments.” I’ve never believed this to be true. Until evidence of such things began presenting themselves in such away that it can take one's breath away forcing some sort of internal reflection. Where did time go? When did that happen? They were only … Continue reading Fleeting Moments.
Twenty and Nine. There’s a story I have yet to tell you, and it’s quite fitting the way your life continues to evolve. Perhaps, you can say it’s a vindication, but I believe it’s much more than what you or I can ever comprehend. You were only 4-months old, and I was barely three … Continue reading Twenty and Nine.
While we dined out two nights in a row with the niece and nephew, Kylena and Ethan—when it comes to the BFF (who I’ve dubbed the Romy to my Michelle), we prefer to just be downright at home and eating what I concoct in the kitchen. It's because we don’t have to be bogged down … Continue reading Ma Vie en Rose: Fairbanks Visitors (Part 2)
My history with the wild Alaska salmon is a bit complicated, and in a way--includes pure ignorance—but, overall with a great sense of appreciation and love. The salmon and I go way back—even before I met the husband. However, he has become a central and integral part of this story. When my family first … Continue reading Salmon Snob.
One of the many things that summer in Fairbanks brings are family and friends who return to this small city that seems to blossom with its endless summer days (literally, right?). There were summers when my boys would come home from college, and commit to days of working at a summer job, and nights … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Fairbanks Visitors (Part 1)
There’s a first time for everything. I’ve never been to Kentucky. The husband has mentioned that we should take a trip one day to the state where he spent the majority of his childhood. I, on the other hand, wouldn’t put Kentucky on the top of my list—unless it was to visit my sister … Continue reading Ma Vie En Rose: Louisville, Kentucky
I'm not an expert on anything. Maybe it's dumb luck or maybe I have an invisible neon 80's like sign floating on the top of my head that says: Tell Me Your Story. In truth, I used to have a job where I had to always turn on this thing called the "extrovert" button. This … Continue reading Explore Fairbanks, Alaska.
Here's an undeniable truth: I launched the Echo Muse because I wanted to continue writing long after all the research and creative writing papers for the degrees were done. When reflecting back, I realized that even as a child, I was also writing. And, as I went on my academic journey--I felt a bit … Continue reading Gratitude at 120.
I am convinced that in one of my past lives, I must have met Rumi. How else can I explain the magnitude of love that I feel whenever I read his poetry. What other reasons can I find to express the sadness that resonates between the endless lines of beauty that are Rumi's poems? … Continue reading Rumi.
As a writer, I always find a theme in everything--this notion of an underlying similarity shaped by so many unexplained elements. This week, I realized that I've spent a great deal of time with dear friends. Saturday night was dinner with a set of close friends. Sunday was brunch with my co-worker/friend. Tuesday night … Continue reading The Work Of You Now.