It is hard to remember my life before Pentecost. There are specific things I remember well, like when I broke my nose playing jump rope, the D my third grade teacher gave me for cursive writing, and the merciless teasing we submitted my fourth grade...

An exercise using observation The sun shines brightly but the air is cold here on the terrace where all the tables are full.  The wait staff bustles quietly and the low hum of traffic in the background drowns out the voices from the other patrons....

As we enter the car, we prepare for a journey into a historical time.  As we travel our car changes into a buggy powered by two horses.  The streets are no longer paved and a path of packed dirt lies before us.  Many of the...

An exercise conveying nostalgia. “Hello, Hello,” I say, impatiently, into the phone.  I hear cries and sobs.  I pull the phone away from my head to check the caller ID.  It’s my mom, my heart pounds and my breath quickens when I realize those heart-wrenching...

(This is an exercise in describing a location without actually telling the location) Still as a statute I stand gazing across the bay.  The ferry moves so slowly I can barely feel any motion at all. This moment is historical, at least to me. I...