Love is Love – #PaulandErinTLA

In a couple days, it will be 19 years since Erin and I went on our first date - a Saturday matinee of The Bourne Identity. And 5 years since our hastily-planned state-sanctioned marriage on the south lawn of the Texas Capitol. In the EARLY morning, before heat. On a Wednesday. And with the sprinklers… Continue reading Love is Love – #PaulandErinTLA

Learning from Dogs

Awwww...remembering Ronin, our beloved Great Dane. It’s been about 5 years since we said goodbye to him. But we remember him frequently, through stories told, and random reminders of him and his gentle spirit. Being a dog-lover is a double-edged sword. By definition, their lifespans are shorter than humans so experiencing the pain of their… Continue reading Learning from Dogs

Brigida’s Love Story

My grandmother, Brigida Adamas Rosas de Quintero, with Mom and Uncle Lucho. In mid-1930s Panama City, República de Panamá. The family lived for awhile on Avenida Central. Brigida was a matriarch, a strong-willed woman from Tolé - in Panama's highland province of Chiriquí (i.e., the boonies). She was from a poor peasant family. Her biological… Continue reading Brigida’s Love Story

Kite Flying as Metaphor

Tomorrow will be 14 years since Erin and I met on a first date. A kite flies best when someone keeps it anchored against the air currents. Let go of the tether, and a kite flutters away and drifts to the ground. I'm the kite dancing with wind, stretching high. Erin is the boy holding… Continue reading Kite Flying as Metaphor