Ten Years

Ten Years

My eyes fluttered open at four o’clock in the morning and I found myself waking to the awareness of the brevity of life, my mortality and the mystery of it all. A slightly uncomfortable feeling washed over me, a sadness. It was then that I remembered that it was the...
Andalusia & The White Hill Villages

Andalusia & The White Hill Villages

From Seville, we rented a car and drove through the Andalusian Mountains, visiting a couple of the White Hill Villages. The color of the green grass covering the rolling mountains was almost unreal looking, as was the crisp blue sky; everywhere we looked we saw a...
Norwegian Gløgg

Norwegian Gløgg

Every holiday season, my mother would make a Scandinavian drink called Gløgg. A traditional Christmas spiced drink in Norway, it is loaded with brandy, port and red wine. Now that my mother is gone, it is holiday tradition that my brother and I carry on and share with...
When The Rain Doesn’t Stop

When The Rain Doesn’t Stop

The silence was eerie after four days of pounding rain. I realized that my ears had become accustom to the sound of the raindrops hitting the roof of our house. What began as a strong concern for people of Boulder and the surrounding areas, after three days of nonstop...
My Valentine

My Valentine

It was a long-awaited sip of something sweet and profound in a glass of Syrah Voluptuous, soft, and juicy, oozing with possibilities But with this particular drink of serendipity that I had ventured back for a deeper moment, a wisp of time that I would never forget...