A Short Story by May Ziadeh Read Today

Feel free to scroll down to the short story in bold. Somehow I’d been looking at old posts and happened to come across a post in which I’d shared an article in a periodical I’d found written by May Ziadeh as I was moving through translating her first book of poems, Flowers of a Dream.…… Continue reading A Short Story by May Ziadeh Read Today

If You Find Valentine’s Day Lacking Originality

Taken just near my home this past spring :)If you find Valentine’s Day lacking originality or a little too predictable in your newsfeed, St. Patrick’s Day is next to come.I am Italian not Irish, but I remember learning about Ireland as a child and immediately looking for four leaf clovers in any patch of grass…… Continue reading If You Find Valentine’s Day Lacking Originality

Because

Here is something unconventional for youI am three years old hereAnd yes, I am a duckThis was from my dancing school recitalI went there for two years*I’ve just written an about page for this blogYou can view it hereTo find that page and any other links, switching to web version will show them on the…… Continue reading Because

Early Life

Me at age 2. This is so 80s. I loved that horse. And the Care Bear. I was afraid of the flash on the camera so was looking down. In a yoga pose here, long before I knew what yoga was: “bound angle.”Just born, photo at the hospital, probably thinking of something deep or poetic. Wed., Feb. 19,…… Continue reading Early Life

A Beach, A Girl, And A Little Girl, Pt. 2

 Hull, MA at sunset, I took this picture this past summerI have been thinking about the beach this weekend. I had recently written a post titled, “A Beach, A Girl, And A Little Girl” and more came to me yesterday that I’d like to write.I was trying to remember what Danielle liked to do when I…… Continue reading A Beach, A Girl, And A Little Girl, Pt. 2

A Beach, A Girl, and A Little Girl

I took this photo at Cape Cod this past fall 2020 You might remember me writing about going to the beach in New York and collecting sea shells as a young girl in the post, “A Plate That Holds Half A Ring.” I often walked alone beside the ocean at this beach, thinking, dreaming, picking…… Continue reading A Beach, A Girl, and A Little Girl

A Plate That Holds Half A Ring

I love memorable things. I love meaningful objects that remind me of someone, maybe they gave it to me, or someone else gave it to me after they had passed away, or even just something I had seen on my own and found beautiful, whether I bought it from a store or found it on…… Continue reading A Plate That Holds Half A Ring