The Sunday Post: A Drive in the Park

This week’s bloom was perfectly timed: Have you taken any photos lately and shared with your FB friends?” Yes, it had been a little while since I shared any new pictures on Facebook or anywhere else, other than the occasional food shot. But on Saturday I was going for a drive and my camera was…

Music Fridays: Keep your Hands to Yourself

Earlier this week I was listening to an 80s playlist, 1987’s Rock Hits to be precise, while I worked. I found myself singing along and taking little dance breaks in my home office or in the kitchen while I warmed up my coffee. I’d forgotten how much I loved this music when it was on…

Lost

He got lost out there somewhere, my best friend,the one I could talk to day or night,sharing all my secret fears and dreams. He wasn’t perfect by any means, but of course, neither was I.We didn’t agree on every little thing, except where it mattered.I’m pretty sure we valued the same important things. We were…

The Sunday Post: What a Week!

Like many of my friends and so many people around the country, and the world, I breathed a deep sigh of relief yesterday when the results were finally announced. I didn’t have a bottle of champagne to pop and toast with, but I did drink a toast to President-Elect Joe Biden and Vice President-Elect Kamala…

Music Fridays: Ay, mi Panamá

November is “Més de la Patria” in Panamá, or “Month of the Homeland,” because of the many national holidays that take place this month, with three of them just in the first week. This article has a pretty good summary and explanation of each: November is holiday month in Panamá Below is a cute video…

Midweek Blues

It’s the day after Election Day in the US and I’m feeling anxious. We still don’t know the results and I’m trying to be optimistic and hopeful regarding the outcome of the presidential race. I’m only a little bit optimistic though, because I remember how I felt right before and after the last presidential election….

His Just Deserts

It was just another muggy, mid-week summer’s day and the street outside the bar was quiet. Inside it was too early for Vinny’s usual crowd. They were still at their desk jobs or out on the shop floor, sweating it out until quitting time when they would faithfully make their daily pilgrimage for happy hour to quench their thirst for company and something cold.

The Sunday Post: One More

For today’s post I’m sharing one last poem I wrote and hope that now they’re out of my system and I can move on to writing about other things, maybe even find a story about my dad to share with you. “It’s our challenges and obstacles that give us layers of depth and make us…