Journal: September, 26th 2021. Paris to Dijon. It’s six o’clock in Paris, and I’m still in bed. Today I leave for Dijon. There’s a frisson of excitement tinged with concern as I contemplate my upcoming walk. I can walk, that’s… Read More ›
In September of 2011, we left our home in Evergreen, Colorado to move to a new home in Bratislava, Slovakia. A six-month work assignment grew to a year, then two. It morphed into two years in Budapest, Hungary. Then I… Read More ›
We’ve been in Paris for 10 days; 10 days stuffed with Paris stuff: restaurants, museums, the l’Arc de Triomphe draped á la Christo (and Jean-Claude), photo exhibits, wine and friends. After weeks of fretting, getting here was easy. The border… Read More ›
If you’re reading this post, it means I’m in Paris. I scheduled it to launch on arrival day—precisely 3 days and 16 hours from when I wrote this sentence. The time has come for Covid and me to coexist; I’m… Read More ›
In the hills twenty minutes outside of Charlottesville, Virginia, the nuns are making cheese. They have come to the Shenandoah foothills from a variety of places and professions to live quietly ensconced in curds and whey and contemplation. There, you… Read More ›
