Riding Solo
By now most of my Bay Area friends have ridden in a driverless car. I’m the holdout.
A Havana Retrospective: Gut punch travel at its best
Most of my friends travel to relax. Occasionally, I do, too. But I also go places to be uncomfortable—and challenged, and maybe even changed. The seven days I spent in Havana in late January checked all those boxes.
A Walk in Reverse: On Choice, Consequence and Historic Possibility
This week I will make history. I will do so by voting in America’s 60th consecutive federal election, a tradition first begun in 1789.
The Big Dilemma: A Retrospection in Two Parts, From Two Countries
It took a trip to Havana and a visit to the Galleria Continua there, where I saw the “El Buen Pastor—The Good Shepherd” for me to decide to go ahead and hit the “publish” button.
Seeing is Believing
Much as I wish that unseasonal heat was an anomaly, my recent trip to the Norwegian Arctic makes me think it’s probably the new normal for fall in the wine country.
Speechless in Svalbard: Losing and Finding My Arctic Lexicon
Imagine my surprise when I find out Mom’s booked me and my sister, along with herself, on a 12-day expedition cruise through the polar seas of the Norwegian Arctic.
Tetherballs and Underpants: An Object Lesson in Playground Reticence
In the shade of an oak tree, glimpsed over a nominal fence, stands a lowly metal pole with a dirty yellow ball tethered from the top.
Who Made Age the Enemy?
Age is relative. It’s subjective, too. I know this because I just turned 58 and everyone has an opinion about it.
Reunion Therapy
I paid $230 and driven two hours and nine minutes for this exercise in social anxiety, I remind myself, as I step out from underneath the tree. It would be fiscally irresponsible to turn around now.
Doing Wall Time
Maybe you’ve heard of Cristiana? She is the 68-year-old daughter of the former Nicaraguan president, Violeta Barrios de Chamorro.
Original Stone
If the Roman Emperor Hadrian were alive today, I wonder what he might have to say about the tumbled down remains of the 2nd century border wall.
Breaking Bounds
I know this is a blog about walls— But here’s a post about walking, instead. There’s a connection between the two. I promise.