Category Archives: shadowvox

A Revisit of “Night” by Elie Wiesel

In memory of Elie Wiesel, I’ll share my post from January 26, 2013 – my thoughts and impressions after reading his beautiful and powerful “Night” in New York that winter. Wiesel died on July 2 at age 87 at his

A Revisit of “Night” by Elie Wiesel

In memory of Elie Wiesel, I’ll share my post from January 26, 2013 – my thoughts and impressions after reading his beautiful and powerful “Night” in New York that winter. Wiesel died on July 2 at age 87 at his

Letting our Love Grow Tall

Fitz and I just returned from a 36-hour trip to New York. He’s playing Nintendo right now and I’m venturing to take a peek at the “to do” folder on my blog. All unusual activities for us. And all so

Letting our Love Grow Tall

Fitz and I just returned from a 36-hour trip to New York. He’s playing Nintendo right now and I’m venturing to take a peek at the “to do” folder on my blog. All unusual activities for us. And all so

“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day…”

Ah the delicious first sentence of one of my favorite books of all times: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. This gem fell into my lap a couple of weeks ago – a beautiful gift that was promptly buried by about

“There was no possibility of taking a walk that day…”

Ah the delicious first sentence of one of my favorite books of all times: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. This gem fell into my lap a couple of weeks ago – a beautiful gift that was promptly buried by about

My State of Mind

I just got off Skype with my “family”… my ZiRu family. They are reunioning in San Francisco and I was Skyped into rehearsal to watch the final duets they’d created. It was many “generations” of my family – people from

My State of Mind

I just got off Skype with my “family”… my ZiRu family. They are reunioning in San Francisco and I was Skyped into rehearsal to watch the final duets they’d created. It was many “generations” of my family – people from

In Which We Begin

“Rain falling at the edge of the world.” The last page of Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. Reminds me of Iceland. It also reminds me of barriers – limitations, self-imposed or otherwise, that come in soft colors around a

In Which We Begin

“Rain falling at the edge of the world.” The last page of Haruki Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. Reminds me of Iceland. It also reminds me of barriers – limitations, self-imposed or otherwise, that come in soft colors around a

Publish to eliza spelled backwards

Let’s be honest… I’m a few posts behind myself. I’m ok with that. I keep little collections of images in folders, each named some sort of idea to jog my mind for a future post. And, when I sit down

Publish to eliza spelled backwards

Let’s be honest… I’m a few posts behind myself. I’m ok with that. I keep little collections of images in folders, each named some sort of idea to jog my mind for a future post. And, when I sit down

There’s No Place Quite Like Home

I feel uprooted. I haven’t posted here recently because Fitz and I were back in San Francisco for a couple of weeks, tying up myriad loose ends. Now I’m back in New York, possibly tying up loose ends here —

There’s No Place Quite Like Home

I feel uprooted. I haven’t posted here recently because Fitz and I were back in San Francisco for a couple of weeks, tying up myriad loose ends. Now I’m back in New York, possibly tying up loose ends here —