This week is the seventh anniversary of our move from Evergreen, Colorado to Bratislava, Slovakia. The move wasn’t my idea; I had barely heard of Bratislava. My manager had called months earlier and proposed a six-month assignment. Pat and I… Read More ›
Charity Bird was half Lenape and half French. Born in New Jersey, she ultimately became a homesteader, moving to North Dakota with her husband, James. Eventually, they would have six children before Charity died in childbirth. The baby lived—a girl…. Read More ›
I haven’t written in a month. Not for lack of time. Time is one commodity I have in excess as a dark and rainy winter descends on Paris. Yet while time has not been the issue, I’ve never been more… Read More ›
Yesterday, my grandson, Jack, turned 2, and I turned 60. Last night, three-foot tall, gold Mylar balloons of our ages floated above our respective chairs as we ate cake. And I asked myself a question: did I want to switch… Read More ›
My refrigerator is tucked beneath a two-burner stove top. In a prior life, it might have been a college beer fridge, but if you look inside this refrigerator, you will find a slab of butter, a half pot of jam,… Read More ›
The World In Between 