The sounds of Lucca woke me after what had been a poor night’s sleep. I don’t blame my fitful and interrupted sleep on Lucca; it’s simply how my nights are at this point in my life. The occasions when I manage to remain asleep for more than four or five consecutive hours are pretty rare. … Continue reading Late night thoughts in Lucca about Sinéad O’Connor
Tag: musings
Ghosts of Lerici
In many ways my current trip is a means of revisiting the past. Not because I want to return to those days. No, that isn’t it all. Instead it’s a way for me to actually do justice to places I once only had a chance to briefly visit. As was the case for many things … Continue reading Ghosts of Lerici
Fear. Less.
You might be surprised to learn this but, I hate flying. Between my tendency to experience motion sickness and my discomfort with feeling as if I’m not in control, flying prompts intense anxiety before I even board the plane. Monday night’s eerie smoky sky sunset with its post apocalyptic vibe did not quell my nerves. … Continue reading Fear. Less.
A wrinkle in time
As I patted even more Hope in a Jar onto my face, I eyed my wrinkles. The day had turned out to be surprisingly sunny and I was glad I had made the effort to use facial sunscreen that morning. Too bad I hadn’t started that ritual a long time ago… Aging is a weird … Continue reading A wrinkle in time
Losing sleep overAirbnb.
I’ve been a loyal user of Airbnb for more than a decade, staying in properties in 7 or 8 countries and on both coasts of the U.S. According to the app, I’ve taken 22 trips during the past ten years or so. What isn’t really reflected in the app, however, is how pleased I’ve been … Continue reading Losing sleep overAirbnb.
Subtracting to add
Last weekend there was a flurry of activity as my home was prepared to become our home. After more than a decade of being the sole household decision maker, things are about to change as my guy and I take the next step in our relationship - cohabitation. While this is an exciting moment for … Continue reading Subtracting to add
Crying to Cope
More years ago than I can believe, I worked with a really sweet young man, S, at a restaurant on Lark Street. When we met he was at his best, something I didn’t know until later when I saw him at what was arguably his worst. He was clear eyed, good looking and hardworking, a … Continue reading Crying to Cope






