It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end. --Ernest Hemingway
Waiting for Spring in the South.
Adventure is always calling...
Maria M. Callison, Blooming Tigers Publishing
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page. --St. Augustine
Blooming Tigers Publishing, 2016-2017
If I Were a Ladybug
Milagro Winds: Stories of Faith, Hope, & Redemption
There are two stories for every life; the one you live, and the one others tell.
--Mitch Albom, The First Phone Call from Heaven
R U Among the grackle?
2015 Pinnacle Book Award (Fiction)
2014 Beverly Hills Book Award (Fiction)
2013 Eric Hoffer Book Award Finalist
Chacchoben, Mayan Ruins, Yucatan Mexico
The Power of Words...
The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see. --C.K. Chesterton
Traveling the byways of Captain Cook.
There is a tide in the affairs of men.
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.
--Julius Caesar Act 4, scene 3, 218–224
"...an intelligent, current, insightful novel that uniquely explores how corporate greed affects individual consumers. It's also deeply personal and evocative, and philosophically poignant, in its exploration of how choices indelibly alter our life course."
---Karyn Saemann, US Review of Books
With Love, Riley, Andrew, & Oliver
"The trees captivated him. Their quiet was militant in its perseverance against time and chaos. Here as nowhere else, Jack was able to indulge the hope that in spite of the sweeping ruination brought about by so many, the natural world would yet prevail."
--Maria M. Callison, Among the Grackle
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Twice you sang it
and then it was gone.
But on blustery winter days
it comes back to me,
and I feel hopeful
all over again.
So I open the windows,
and I listen
to the rain
and the wind.
I listen for your chant,
the succession of minor tones
that rose and fell
Once again, I wonder
what made you sing
such a haunting, wordless melody,
and what made me
sing with you.
with never a word spoken between us,
for the length of a song.
--Maria Naccarato, Neighbors
Choose Happy...there is much to be grateful for...