Happy Birthday, Joyce

Earlier, on the trail, they’d seen it. The massive dog. Tugging at its master’s leash, so that the young man’s calves bulged with muscle as he fought to hold the dog back. Grunting what sounded like “Damn, Rob-roy! Damn dog!” in a tone of exasperated affection. Signs along the trail forbade dogs without leashes. At…

The Extremes of Kalaupapa.

Tragedy and beauty go hand-in-hand at Kalaupapa. Along with metaphor and anthropomorphism. The wind is an ever-present friend at Kalaupapa, blowing bugs and the humid heat down a backdrop of cliffs lined up straight as soldiers in formation. If I were shooting slide film again, I would select a blue-and-green box of Fuji Velvia for…

Happy Birthday, Walt

“The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.” Writing advice from America’s poet, Walt Whitman, whose 195th birthday is today.

Writers Are Nothing More Than Word-Building Termites.

I’m sitting in a restaurant at LAX. My flight out of Lihue last night was delayed an hour due to stormy weather in Dallas. Now, those storms have moved north, resulting in the cancellation of my flight to St. Louis. Much to the consternation of my dad who reports clear skies and no extreme weather…

Life in the Degradation of Metal

“Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back. Concerning all acts of initiative and creation, there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, then Providence moves too. All sorts of things occur to help one that would…

Why I Quit the Best Job in the World

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. Maya Angelou. The first time I heard the words, “You have the best job in the world,” I was on Hawaii (Big) Island. That great orb of light and energy had just greeted the water again for the night. It was large, the…