Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Sometimes there are photos when I can manage to focus my camera.
I write in the hope that you will also see the strangers who surround you, and offer them a merciful view.
I’m a Colorado native and the fourth of five children. Always bookish, sometimes shy to a fault, I opted to tackle my inwardness by heading solo to Europe. I went to Austria for the novelists and the pastries, to Croatia for the sea and the mopeds, and to Turkey for the language and the carpet salesmen. It’s been a wonderful five years of roaming, where I constantly found goodness in the people I encountered. I still do! May you see your fellow humans in the same way.
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–Paige M.J. Erickson.
“What moves lives. What is said endures. There’s nothing in life that’s less real for having been described. Small-minded critics point out that such and such a poem, with its protracted cadences, in the end says merely that it’s a nice day. But to say it’s a nice day is difficult, and the nice day itself passes on. It’s up to us to conserve the nice day in a wordy, florid memory, sprinkling new flowers and new stars over the fields and skies of the empty, fleeting outer world.”
-Fernando Pessoa. The Book of Disquiet.
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