memories

Alaska

I don’t remember if it was the way the wind blew the salt water, or the way the mountains towered, or the warm embraces of long-missed friends– but when I stood on Bishop’s beach in Homer, Alaska, that spring morning in 2002, I felt like I had come home. I had returned to my childhood…

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::The Haitian Chronicles:: Our first few days were filled with visitors. They were pillars of memories. The evidence that the seven months we slaved through Creole lessons and extreme heat and the lack of privacy were not wasted. Jelnor and his wife showed up with smiles and hugs and key limes and eggs. “Ze” is egg in…

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