Regularly in this space, I will offer a writing prompt for my dear readers to take on if you choose. It will always have something to do with how we catch what life throws at us, good or bad. Maybe it will inspire a few moments of thought the next time you are on hold, or a few sentences in a journal, or a longer piece for you to share with others. See if it speaks to you. The prompt: What keeps me going is …
It’s been 10 years since my visit to Cuba on the 50th anniversary of Castro’s revolution. When the Key West Literary Seminar announced the trip, I signed up five minutes later. The next January, a collection of writers, readers, family and friends showed up in Miami, climbed on a scheduled American Airlines flight, and too fast to believe, landed in Havana. The cultural instruction began before we deplaned. “Remember,” our leaders said, “don’t use the word ‘humanitarian’ when you go through customs.” Odd since this was billed as a humanitarian trip, that would send us to schools and a medical/social service agency to drop off the school supplies and medical items we each loaded into our 44 l
