Savannah Smiles

Straight out of the notebook that stays at my side, including last week’s road trip. It’s not so much poetry as stream-of-consciousness writing, with little to no editing. Texting in the park About toys, gifts, strangers, and drinks Smiling by myself Sitting on a bench Listening to the birds And the clop of the horse’s…

6 Days, 7 Nights in Panama

Earlier this month Doug and I traveled to Panama for a one-week vacation in my homeland, Panama. It was a short visit but wonderful and very relaxing. I wish I could go more often so I wouldn’t feel like we have to cram everything in during that short stay. We were able to visit with…

Bags are packed, I’m ready to go!

In just a few hours I’ll be getting on a plane, south-bound for my tropical homeland: Panama City, Panama. I don’t have much time to write now, and will be off-line for a whole week (not sure yet how I will survive without my phone at my side), but I just wanted to check in…

Generations (Part Two)

It’s not often that you hear about people getting an email from their 6th-grade math teacher asking them to come and play a gig in their bar. Nevertheless, it actually happens quite frequently in my house. Douglas (my husband) has become a semi-regular at Barista’s Café and Pub, and if it were not located six…

Time to fly away

My baby boy is packing for his very first trip on his own. Well, he’s actually not a baby. He’s almost 14 years old. And he’s not really packing his own suitcase. If I hadn’t stepped in, he would not have packed any underwear or a toothbrush. And I guess he’s not really on his…