I think of camping as the epitome of the simple life. Me. Under the stars. A distant cowboy singing, “Git along little dogies.” It’s tar-black coffee poured from an enameled pot. A fiercely independent act which makes no concessions for… Read More ›
It’s 6 AM and I’ve been awake for two hours, huddled under the covers to mute the light from my phone as I flick through the news, Instagram and email. I play a round or two of sudoku to exercise… Read More ›
In 1809, Meriwether Lewis shot himself in a boarding house 70 miles shy of Nashville, Tennessee. He was heading home to what is now my home, Charlottesville, Virginia. Three years earlier, he and his partner, William Clark, had returned from… Read More ›
Last month, we spent 10 days in London and Paris. The trip started as a meetup in London with our daughter, Taylor, planned months ago when we thought we’d still be living in Paris and could easily pop over. Things… Read More ›
My last post received comments. And emails. Thank you for each of them. One reader simply said, “May you dance at Jack’s wedding.” I’ve thought a lot about this comment lately. It was clearly a well-wish for Jack’s future, but… Read More ›
