Drops of creative expression. Muse nectar.
His name is Hidalgo. I traveled with him from the heart of Texas to the Pyrenees mountain village of Roncesvalles for a 500-mile trip through northern Spain to the holy city of Santiago de Compostela in the emerald region of Galicia. Along the way, I trekked to the core of my being. Hidalgo accompanied me… Continue reading All About My Mountain Bike
I survived my fight on 737 MAX. The planes were grounded by FAA while I was in the air. Not sure what took so long given 2 crashes in five months of brand new aircraft that pilots have been filing complaints about. I don’t want to be macabre, but I did contemplate my mortality and… Continue reading A Brush with Mortality
This is Erin with Ronin, our beloved Great Dane who is gone but never forgotten. About 2012. His mouth was big enough to get around a volleyball. We let him keep the ball as a toy. It was a prized possession and Ronin treated it gingerly (our current pack would have ripped it to shreds).… Continue reading Ronin and the Volley of the Dolls
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