Pura Vida

There is so much I could say about Costa Rica…you know, the typical things everyone knows:  the black sand was unbelievable, the rainforest was a presence to be reckoned with, you must try the zip-lining…blah, blah, blah dinner party talk.  I could focus on those things, which I’m in no way trying to disrespect (because…

Night Swimming

Night swimming: That thing you do on summer nights when the dampness is so far-reaching, you’re soaked before you ever get in the pool.  It is a compulsion caused by the beckoning waters under the stars on humid nights that only a chorus of crickets have not fallen victim to.  It is a thing most appropriate on…

Hazel Poteat

When I was a little girl every weekend we’d go visit our elderly great-uncle at an assisted living facility.  My memories of him are limited, but mostly pleasant.  He was a quiet little man, who always let me drink the Carnation Instant Breakfast he had on hand.  After I’d have a glass of the chocolate…

Woven in Time

   Last week when I was still floundering in Wisdom Tooth Land, I was pleasantly surprised when one of my best friends, fresh off a plane from Denver dropped by to see me.  She, along with two other friends, and myself make up a foursome that not time, tragedy, nor triumph could tear apart.  We’ve been friends…