Photograph of ‘the Devil’ and an Old Woman in Cuba

I came across the photograph this morning looking for something else.  I took it at the beginning of our trip to Cuba two years ago now.  It was the afternoon we arrived in Old Havana.  In the photo, you are standing with your left side toward me.  You are looking at me.  You have your arms crossed, your ubiquitous hoody tied … Continue reading Photograph of ‘the Devil’ and an Old Woman in Cuba

Door – Tiny Event #2

I hesitate to share this one.  I feel like I should only disclose things that are neutral, not things that are angry or uncomfortable.  But I figure you, my dear reader, will have had angry or uncomfortable moments and maybe even slammed some doors. You are welcome to tell me about them. June 7 1. … Continue reading Door – Tiny Event #2

Tiny Events – Starting Small

Something happened. It happened while I was sitting on my porch in the morning, drinking coffee, eating toast, and reading the New Yorker - same thing I do every morning - one of the reliable rituals that make me feel at ease.  It was a very small thing.  But this small thing struck me and made … Continue reading Tiny Events – Starting Small