Back to school in Indiana & why I can’t write
Education, Travelogue, United StatesCan I make a confession? It’s hard for me to write in the mid-west. There are several reasons for this, […]
Can I make a confession? It’s hard for me to write in the mid-west. There are several reasons for this, […]
In the American west I remember how big the world is. How insignificant I am on her skin. What a […]
Our little apartment is not in a great part of town. We’re upstairs from a hispanic daycare that seems to […]
Waking in a tent is a womb-like experience. Or perhaps more like that of metamorphosis, in which I am protected […]
Today I awoke in a house full of love. A house filled with friends and family, in the mountains of […]
As I sit to write this you are floating in the bay in front of Uncle Josh’s house, […]
France is one of those countries that begs to be driven. The last time we were there, in 2008, we […]
If traveling with small children earns a mother a gold star for bravery, then traveling with teens should earn a […]
I woke to the west wind’s whispering. A ghostly sound: dry, with the faint crackle of sandstone beneath bare feet. Soft, […]
I found the graffiti on the Camino fascinating. The path is painted, from end to end, with yellow arrows and […]
The trees of the Galician forests have eyes. Big ones that are open wide and always watching as pilgrims pass […]
I hate putting on my boots. The process is preceded by a ten minute ritual of popping blisters, applying antiseptic, […]