Cigarillos

I'm sitting outside on the porch swing enjoying the spoils of a hot summer day while burnt ashes of my sweet-tasting cigarillo float to the ground. I have a bottle of Pellegrino that I'm pairing with a sweet riesling, two unread musty-smelling books, and pen and paper. I feel like I have all the tools I need to achieve...

Sun Memories

The sun is shining as I lay here. I close my eyes and the blacks of the lids are transformed into purples and oranges and yellows, swirling and dancing in my eyes; their movement energized by the sun. Aromas and music are often the first evokers of memory. But for me, the sun's warmth on my...