The older I get the more I realize that sometimes the only way to really understand something is to just sit with it for awhile. It's a quiet sort of thing, so different from the logical approach and gargantuan analytical effort of my academic days. Some things have to come in through the heart ...
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall
I've been stuck lately working on a chapter in the novel. I know, it happens to writers all the time. The writing rarely flows continuously without a hiccup here or there to slow things down. Like the washboard surfaces on the dirt roads that were so much fun to ride my bike over when I was kid, I ...
Grateful Not Only for the Good Days
Last Thursday I was sitting in the sun in Amalfi and enjoying lunch outdoors overlooking the Marina Grande beach. There were a few brave souls making their way slowly out into the cold water and returning soon enough to lay in the warmth of the sun. Spring is just about to burst open here on the ...
Coming Home Again to Amalfi
One of the small pleasures of going away is coming home again. When you love the place where you live, it becomes like an old friend that you haven't seen in awhile. You notice, perhaps, how they're wearing their hair in a new way or the new glasses. With a town like Amalfi, it's the small details ...
