Why I travel
Take me back. Take me back to rotting garbage on dirty streets, where water is a luxury and stink a certainty. I want to feel unwashed and threadbare sheets on hard beds, and… Continue reading
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Finally reaching 2014
Everyone knows Valentine’s Day is a hellscape orchestrated to torture unsuspecting boyfriends (with sharp collateral damage for girlfriends), where the pressure to have a magical night is a self-sabotaging prophecy. And it… Continue reading
Top Ten posts from a year I love anyway
Did you ever have a particularly brutal teacher? Who grilled you harder, left you doubting your fundamental competency, and didn’t seem to notice when you turned in tear-stained homework? I didn’t. Until 2013.… Continue reading
Merry Christmas, especially to those apart.
Tonight’s not Christmas Eve, tonight’s just…Tuesday. I threw a rueful grin at Miles earlier tonight when that thought occurred to me, adding “That’s not a thought I could put in a blog!” After… Continue reading
Christmas is what, and where, we choose
It’s a malleable business, this human experience. Preferences, priorities, and personalities shift and adjust. Even the calendar can be fluid, because tomorrow may be Christmas Eve, but the bulk of my Christmas 2013… Continue reading
Sights, sensations, and allegations in Vilnius
I’d like to say my dominant memory from Vilnius was Uzupis, the bohemian neighborhood of the capital of Lithuania, the third and last of the countries I’ve visited from The World’s Ten Best… Continue reading
Latvia, a second memory of an Ethical Destination
The two men could be twins, though they would have to be of the “long-lost” variety. One of them works in Washington, D.C. with all the other ambassadors, and flies out to San… Continue reading
A nice, quiet, Thanksgiving
“Listen to your own, inner voice” They say. The all-knowing They. But inside my head I hear a screaming sound. It may be a handcuffed pilot watching the plane go down. Or maybe… Continue reading
Lunch vacation
Today is cold feet and hot cups of tea. Now sit down and be productive, damnit. Sunlight is tapping on my window, impatient for me to finish this healthcare website business, a bicycle… Continue reading
My poor machine.
My poor camera. So abused. I’ve carried the thing from the pitiless dry season of Nicaragua to the tangible humidity of the Amazon. I brought it to the snows of Amsterdam, then took… Continue reading
