Wind Me Up

When the plane landed, Velma (yes, the Velma Kelly in the musical ‘Chicago’) started drumming her solo in my head --- “C'mon Babe, why don't we paint the town... And all that Jazz. I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down... And all that Jazz. Start the car I know a whoopie … [Read more...]

Why It Will Never Be The Same

Maybe we go back because we have left a piece of ourselves in that place. Maybe we go back because we have the longing to reclaim past glories presented to us. Maybe we go back because we know that change has rolled in dynamic surges that left us gasping and we are still unwilling to roll with it. … [Read more...]

Why I Continue Travelling

People ask me why I could never seem to stay put, why I entertain that constant itch to travel even if it meant leaving everything convenient behind. Sometimes, I give an answer. Sometimes, I say I don’t know. Sometimes, my reasons flash before me like a series of clips that were beyond black and … [Read more...]