Living in a small mountain town in Colorado, I tended to measure the seasons to the whims of nature: the bugle of rutting elk; snow blanketing the mountains; hummingbirds flitting past my window; a piping hot sun beaming down from… Read More ›
“Home”
Places we have lived.
The Budapest Palace of the Ethnographic Museum
Kossuth Lajos Ter is the center of Budapest and a standing memorial to its turbulent history. Buildings on the square are riddled with bullet holes from the 1956 uprising (or as Hungarians are wont to say, “Revolution”). This part of… Read More ›
Canned Freedom
The communists deployed a variety of mechanisms to ensure no one strayed. Barb wire, bunkers and armed guards lined the borders creating a physical manifestation of the “Iron Curtain”. However, they didn’t rely on physical barriers alone. They also leveraged… Read More ›
Back home, yet all alone
Living in a large and foreign city heightens my “aloneness”. I am surrounded by couples walking two by two, their heads tilted together as they talk and laugh in their own private world. I sit nearby unacknowledged, an observer but… Read More ›
Exploring Budapest: In the Steps of Raoul Wallenberg
Life has lapsed into a rhythm. Moving to a new country (and in our case two new countries) is unsettling, so I welcome a bit of balance. But balance morphing into complacency is a problem. I am trying to shake… Read More ›
The World In Between 