Out of the corner of my eye I see them. By rote, my feet steer to the table housing the red, brown, green and gold painted balsa wood configurations. I walk directly up to the festive card table in the middle of the green house filled with Poinsettias. I know people are milling. I see no [...]
Life is trying. Trying to be first, trying to push opinions, answers and consequences. And today it feels like life is Himalayan in its unruly messiness. The scorching upcoming confirmation of Kavanaugh to a seat on the United States highest court of justice. The ashes of women betrayed in every conversation and community space. There is [...]
Leaving 5th grade is about him. A son. In a new summer. Promoting a new era. Beginning the birth of a Gen Z-er. Leaving for him is freedom. Walking home alone. Gathering in friend clusters around the frisbee toss. Around the Magic draft. Around the smartphone. Around the texts. Around the lucky ones allowed Fortnite. Leaving for him [...]
I'm sandwiched between two men. Middle seat, waiting for the pushback tug to be fixed for plane #3 in line for take off. I am plane #4. Thirty, forty-five, sixty minutes on the tarmac and finally we are in the air. To my right is Andrew. He laughs and looks up. "Our president is advocating for [...]
The French have a word specifically for the endless street walking; the perfect act of absorbing the beauty and energy of the city. La Flanerie which literally means 'To wander the streets of Paris.' Traveling for five days, my son and I walked between 8-10 miles a day through hidden passages, Himalayan castles and labyrinthian gardens. The [...]
I skip across the bleached grass to Anita’s farm looking for him. The rotted wooden gate sinks into my seven year old left hand as my right fingers wrestle with the shorn fibers of the rope holding the door closed. I clumsily try for three minutes finally opening the door. Darn fingers. My grandmother is superstitious [...]
One aspect of vacation is the waiting. At Charles de Gaulle I waited 50 minutes to get through customs, 25 minutes for the pain au chocolat and 35 minutes at Gate number 48 because the plane was tardy. My self prescribed, organic daily routine is forming; when sunlight pierces through the hillside facing window, wire up [...]
In Europe we walk; to the biweekly produce market, to the neighborhood bus stop, to the Sunday afternoon torte and coffee venue. Walking is elevated from a low impact form of cholesterol reducing exercise to a social and practical railway through life. My grandmother traversed intersecting buses and uneven planks of streets into her mid nineties. [...]
