Traveling solo on a cruise ship sounded cinematic in theory.. In practice, it was daunting. I didn’t know what to expect long hallways, couples everywhere, the quiet hum of being alone in a crowd. I braced myself for that familiar…
On the first night of karaoke, my angel appeared. She leaned over and said we should do a duet. I hesitated –of course I did. Karaoke and I have a complicated history. But then I thought, Why not? I had…
I booked twenty-seven nights on a cruise ship. Not twenty-seven hours by plane –which would have been faster, cheaper in time, and easier to explain but twenty-seven nights moving slowly from Vancouver to Alaska, across the Pacific, past Japan, and…
I thought time was what I needed. Time away. Time to wander. Time without obligation. And for a while, that was true. But somewhere between the applause of a magic competition and the quiet of another borrowed room, I began…
Before I left Spain –before Act II quietly folded into memory– I traveled its length as if retracing footsteps left centuries ago. From the south: Marbella’s heat and shine. Málaga’s pulse. Granada’s gravity, where history sits heavy in the air…
