Life as a Miracle: Satchel Easy-Peasy

Life as a Miracle: Satchel Easy-Peasy

Life as a Miracle for the Colando couple seems to revolve around airports, not a door. Life as a Miracle related to travel validates our quest, our zest for forays throughout the world. The one I’ll relate in this post rolls back to 1993, when my husband...
Check, please

Check, please

What kind of person would quip thus to a waiter: “Bring me the smallest check, please?” A cheeky one; that’s me, in case you don’t know. I may have smirked, but I didn’t wink. I promise; I was sincere. What kind of waiter would take...
Belying the Miracle and Humbled

Belying the Miracle and Humbled

I’d just arrived home from a writing critique meeting. My work wasn’t on deck, so it hadn’t been rough… on me. But I felt another writer’s pain as he looked in my eyes, witness to the slaughter of others’ opinions that spewed forth...
What Color is Your Burka?

What Color is Your Burka?

As much as I crave my claim to a nonjudgmental nature, I snared myself the other day. Caught red-handed, er, red-faced. Guilty. I maligned a couple of sullen overaged teens for spending too much time immersed in online games. Games with names sounding vaguely of comic...
Traffic and Trust

Traffic and Trust

“How can they allow motorcycles between the cars on the freeways? What if someone opened their cardoor?” This question/comment from a Colorado visitor long before the state legalized dope… Yikes! Neither my husband or I replied. How could we? We...