Petals from cherry blossoms flutter through streams of morning sunlight. Katja shivers and asks, “Musst du gehen?”
I don’t answer. “Are you cold?”
The light tumbles through her long hair, Continue reading Blossom
Bridges casting long shadows over concrete sidewalks, buildings rising into the clear sky, a windswept beach with sand scouring our shins, cars and trucks weaving a chaotic dance Continue reading Infuse
Beijing, Delhi, Tokyo. My body hums to vibrations of an airplane, while standing in a bright hotel room. Canberra, Singapore, Hanoi. My body knows it’s night. The LED clock disagrees, continuing its advance.
The suitcase bounces on the bed. Continue reading Recharge
It was Uncle Tim’s idea. He presented his brainchild over a bag of Doritos. “Let’s go south.”
My brother laughed. “South? Where?” Continue reading Gone South
Visiting New York is like being kidnapped by aliens. My senses are assaulted by unfamiliarity. Traffic, shouts, horns. A living kaleidoscope. Steam billows out of grates. Spices, coffee, Continue reading Just Visiting
Jessica’s business trip had some success. Despite problems leading up to it, it came together in the end. The client was pleased and committed. Her boss thanked her.
The flights home had been delayed. Her phone died. She’d left her charger at the hotel. Continue reading Travel Blues
Once upon a time, I started my own dot-com. I thrived on the eighteen hour days. Living in airports, the unending emails, the pressure. I told myself it was all worth it. Every day, until it became my mantra. Until I became my mantra. Because in the end there was the rush Continue reading Board Meeting
“Hoodoo. The rock formations. They’re called hoodoos.” Continue reading Bryce Canyon
It’s Saturday morning and I hear the sounds of Porto outside the hotel window. The city greets a new morning, while you burrow further under the duvet. I open the curtains further and look out. A bicycle and rider zip past at break-neck speed, half airborne over the cobbles, heading downhill toward the Douro river. I smile into the cool morning air.
I hear you roll over behind me. “You’re awake.” It sounds half accusation, half disbelief. Continue reading A Morning in Porto