My parents named me Janet. I call myself Jan. My Spanish-speaking friends call me Juanita. These stories and photos represent my duo-life, a bilingual journey, a multi-dimensional world view.
Ella pulled up her kayak next to mine and we overlapped our paddles to float back eastward on the afternoon waves together. It was her last visit of the summer. She will enter high school …
It’s 5:00 am. I don’t know why, maybe the light, but all summer this is the time I wake up. I’m snuggled under a quilt sewn by my Grandma Edith, or so I believe, in …
The kayaks were laid out along the bank by the short dock in front of the boathouse. There were two orange, open faced kayaks for the girls, a longer open kayak for Lois, and my …
Monarchs. Those butterflies with royal orange and black patterned wings that flit into northern life every spring and hasten to return south before the freeze. Monarchs. A story of metamorphosis from egg to caterpillar to a being that takes flight – a metaphor of life, death and resurrection. Monarchs. Their rare migration requiring four generations to complete the life cycle that perpetuates their survival, unique among planetary creatures.