CONTRASTS

YIN-YANG HALLWAY

YIN-YANG HALLWAY

PHOTO CHALLENGE: CONTRASTS

BEAUTIFUL RUINS

BEAUTIFUL RUINS

I love to read. Have I told you that already? Reading is one of the reasons I love being alive. What an enduring, ever deepening pleasure it really is.

Here’s the perfect beach read: BEAUTIFUL RUINS by Jess Walter. At its heart is a love story between a humble Italian innkeeper and a beautiful American actress that begins in a remote coastal village in Italy in 1962 and resumes in Hollywood decades later. Populated with a colorful cast of characters, their myriad stories converge on the desire to know and pursue what makes a beautiful life.

I love the book’s cover- don’t you? So redolent of the sun, the sea…Italy! 

And you? Which book will you take to the beach with you? 

SELVES COLLIDING

KILA

I am an aviatrix, weaving in and out of voluptuous clouds, lost in the majesty of the sky.

I am a wallflower, sitting in the back of a pick-up truck. I stand as it emerges from a tunnel. The lights of the city glistening in the chilly night. The wind whipping my hair in all directions. My soul touching infinity.

I am a spy, clicking a mahjong tile onto the table. The women flutter and coo when he enters the parlor. My red lips hint at a smile and my eyes demurely look away when his curious gaze settles on me.  

I am a magician, walking down a hall of mirrors. I turn to look at one, startled to find a stranger’s face staring back at me.

I am a daughter, strolling down a garden path in my school uniform. Images of my father folding origami paper into insects keep playing in my mind. I stop and look up. Cherry blossoms rain down my face.

I am a chaperone, taking the train with a beautiful brat. Her precocious eyes take measure of me. I wonder why her disdain stings. 

I am a thespian, donning a mask of glitter and feathers, eager to be somebody else for a few hours.

I am a teenager, drifting off to sleep at the crack of dawn. I spent the whole night walking the streets of New York City with a boy I had just met.

I am all of these selves. And none of them.

WRITING CHALLENGE: WORLDS COLLIDING