Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun… Every time I gaze upon the banana leaves that shade my San Pablo backyard, the calypso beat and steel drum rhythms that accompany Jimmy Buffett’s twangy tenor vocals, play on repeat, through my mind.Read More
The more time I spend on the island, the more I understand the beauty of God's voice. Sometimes he gently whispers and sometimes he roars with passion. One thing is certain, He makes his presence known.Read More
I approached the crude structure and pulled aside a piece of madras fabric that had been fashioned into an entrance. Incense smoke twisted and curled through the air in a thick haze. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit, smoke filled room, they fixated upon a Nefertiti-esque woman.