My mother was born to travel. She loved maps—with a passion—she loved history and art. I think above all her passion, she loved traveling with family—teaching, sharing, digging deeper, pointing out the details and savoring all the textures together. My dad was the driver and the leader of all vertical assents to see the world from the … [Read more...]
West Lake Vanished in a Storm
When morning came I found a creek in a empty lake bed. The storm went on. Mother wouldn't let us out to explore until the next day. I stared out the window and dreamed, of dancing along the shoreline and fishing. When the storm passed mother let us out in rubbers and a raincoat that glistened in the dampness. We slushed around in the fresh … [Read more...]