Tag Archives: Love

Choosing a Headstone

“At the temple there is a poem called “Loss” carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read loss, only feel it.” ― Arthur Golden.      It was with a degree of incredulity that I walked along each row of upright headstones, yesterday, simply looking.  So many graves.  So many names. 

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Beneath a Mexican Sky

When Paradise Calls.     It was May 1996.  I was twenty-four going on twenty-five years of age.  John Major was the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and I felt like I had my whole life ahead of me.  I had spent half of January and pretty much all of February in Australia.  That was an epic experience and I

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