Life In Between
Not every story begins at the airport.
Some begin at the kitchen table.
While waiting.
While quietly sorting through one’s thoughts.
Life in between is not a waiting room between two journeys.
It is the place where everything gathers:
Memories. Observations. Doubts. Small moments of happiness.
Here, I write about what remains once the suitcase has long been unpacked.
About aging without pathos.
About closeness and distance.
About farewells that do not announce themselves –
and arrivals that happen quietly.
No travel guide.
No advice column.
Just thoughts along the way.
Some pieces that belong here – regardless of season or place:
- A Waltz, a Fall, and a Young Hare
A glamorous night in Vienna. A grand staircase. One fall. And a husband who jumped like a young hare.
- Hello Spring
A spring day that almost wasn’t – and in the end, exactly what was needed.
- Breathing is enough
A yellow snorkel, a quiet thought, and the question of what truly matters. - Too Old for This Kind of Nonsense – My Murtaugh List
Between “let’s still do this” and “maybe we won’t”
there’s sometimes just a smile.
- The Light That Remains – Farewell to the Coachella Valley
About staying. About family time in sun mode. About the quiet beauty of ordinary days.
- Shake It, Baby – An Earthquake in the Coachella Valley
A moment that briefly unsettles everything – and reveals what truly holds.
These texts do not stand alone.
They interlock – like days we never planned and yet remember.
Because life in between is not a transition.
It is the essence.
Read all reflections → Archive – The in-Between Life