Reflections on Writing, Traveling, and Food
Rarely do I have an opportunity for purposeless activity. If I’m running, I’m training. If I’m driving, I’m going to work, grocery shopping, or to some sort of appointment. If I’m reading, I’m studying. If I’m at the computer, I’m working or writing. Even my free time is filled with purpose. Our lives have become
A storm called Jonas does not steal quietly into South Florida. It announces its presence on a Friday with strong winds and pouring rain while I type away, enjoying my usual lunch of crunchy peanut butter toast. Although I normally love the snap of the billowing canvas that reminds me of sailing on a rough