A Wish for the World

A Wish for the World

Posted by on Dec 24, 2016 in A Passing Glimpse

Christmas Eve is here. Here is Ocho Rios, Jamaica. Instead of preparing my traditional fare of holiday aromas and deliciousness for the family, I’m sitting in a relaxing leather chair with dark wood arm rests, atop the crow’s nest of the M.S. Zuiderdam. The room is filled with plenty of suntanned faces I’ve never seen […]

Farewell Token With a Wink

Farewell Token With a Wink

Posted by on Jan 22, 2016 in A Passing Glimpse

Just as it does each morning, my alarm woke me at 5AM. Lying in bed on that Monday morning, just before my feet hit the cool floor, I laid in the dark while reading the message in my day’s first email. In an emotional awe, I again read and reread the short email over and over, “Have you […]

Reflecting on the Visual Storytellers

Reflecting on the Visual Storytellers

Posted by on Oct 16, 2015 in A Passing Glimpse

In preparation for writing this reflection, I took some time to reflect on what this course has meant to me as an instructor. In short and technically, the course was truly not much different than most other courses. That simply being: complete assignments to earn credit. I saw the girl with the flag, and I […]

Time

Time

Posted by on Sep 22, 2015 in A Passing Glimpse

Time seems to be a favorite topic that has more than a mess of words and snazzy clichés for us all to live by. There have been countless songs written about it, paintings depicting it, and tales of traveling from one time to another. The list goes on, and on, and on… much like time. While […]

Threads of Love and Patches

Threads of Love and Patches

Posted by on Jul 11, 2015 in A Passing Glimpse

      I’ve spent a good portion of today picking up remnants throughout the house. Patches is a part of our family and one of Zero’s favorite playmates. Patches is truly living up to his name these days. He is missing several fingers on one paw. Another paw is missing altogether and his stubby […]

Feed a Fever

Feed a Fever

Posted by on Mar 5, 2015 in A Passing Glimpse

An early March snowfall slowly danced to the poetry of Joni Mitchell. My tea kettle whistled. Not sure if I’m suppose to starve a cold or feed a fever. Steep and repeat.