Zero Agenda

For the few remaining devoted readers of  “culture vs content,” I apologize for being such a bad blogger over the last few months. To say my life has been busy would be an understatement. I am not complaining. It has been fun, at times frustrating and utterly exhausting, and never boring. The last two and…

A Few Favorite Things

Steeples. Archways. Sunsets or rises for that matter. Chocolate-covered strawberries. Art. This is by Scottish painter, Gina Wright. Girl dog–Tiki. Oh how I miss her. Someone is caring for her in the states. Billy Collins. Poet Laureate of the USA 2001-2003. Velocity By Billy Collins In the club car that morning I had my notebook…

Life in Black and White

Oreo, my cat, matches my decor. And this is our life in black and white–that it is the nitty-gritty of daily living…

Ten Pros… Ten Cons…

I just love to get a new sassy cut and color. It’s a true lift. So grateful to Isaac for the great do.

Confession: My Messy Little Secret…

… is I live in organized chaos, and I don’t even want to know the psychological or psychiatric reasons for those, like me, that are very neat, clean, and organized on the surface… But just below the facade resides very messy drawers, cabinets, closets.. They look, well, like this… As I remember, my parents were…

Spring Morning at Our Front Door

Well, life is not as exciting in Texas on a daily basis as when my husband and I are traveling. Suburban life is downright boring compared to Ethiopia, Ukraine, Russia, Brazil, or Israel. But that is exactly why I like the months we are here–routine and down time. There must be some plain and simple…

Staring…

Is it rude to stare? I guess it is, but I still do it. Well, I guess it is better to say, I stare without trying to stare. I guess I am just curious… about the life around me. And taking photographs sort of eases my compulsion to stare. But what I really think is…

Fish Heaven

Well, we are home and truly back in the saddle in the states! I guess it will be a week tomorrow already. I have been in a fog trying to catch up and get over jet lag, still waking up every morning at 3 AM and going strong all day. I am really tired right…

haiku: self portrait

hard edges softened by loss, pain, grief, betrayal joy beyond this life   who has not envied a bird in flight, soaring up above life’s chaos   mid-life assessment fewer questions and even less answers to flaunt   people do not seek answers but understanding and heartfelt comfort   not Pollyanna but joy surely follows…

Internal Foundations

  I read a blog today that piqued my interest. The blogger found her life shifting, changing, moving too fast… She felt planted on uneven ground without a solid foundation. She longed for “an internal foundation” that could calm the unknown and the shifting… She longed for a safe place to belong. I loved her…