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The dusty heat and parched soil turn into crisp air and green trees and red and yellow jagged rocks as I wind up the mountains North from Phoenix…
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A dream and a letter to Gen Z, Millennials and everyone else
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Homecoming is 4 Months Old!This week marks four months that Homecoming has been on Substack! I am honored that you receive and read my essays. Thank you to my paid subscribers for…
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Spring in TennesseeAll the neighborhood is bursting, bubbling up like deep deep dancing that Spring is here. Those bushes lining my driveway once brown, now soft and thick…
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Why Do Some Things Fit and Others Never Do? The sky is the most beautiful, soft periwinkle. It’s made more beautiful by the green leaves of the mango and walnut trees, and every ounce of me wants…
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The walls at the Econo Lodge are yellow. At night, light pours in from the parking lot flood lamps. I hear people walking by and last night I heard a…
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Dry, Hair Whipping AirDriving south from Santa Fe, hot, dusty wind knots my hair and throws sand into my eyes. There’s a layer of cloudy white on the sea-like horizon. I…
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The painting reads “Let’s Get Married”, underneath two Vietnamese kids wrapping arms. One carries a flag for the North, the other a flag for the South…
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Year one was The Year of The Snail. I knew it when sitting for dinner in Siam Reap, Cambodia, after a day visiting that great mystery which is Angkor…
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The Water Had Light In ItThe coco cart has three wheels and a roof made of dry palm leaves. The man calling out, “Cocos Frios!” rolls it across the soft powdery white. The ocean…
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She’s a top. Spinning. Wobbling. Better turn her again or she might stop. And I know what that feels like. For home to be something one must achieve…
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The Motion Toward RestorationIt’s the knowing that’s the hardest part, and it doesn’t happen all at once. It comes in like that soft flurry of snow before bed and when you wake up…
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