A tourist can buy a lot of things in Fredericksburg, Texas. They can buy a cowboy hat, hand-sewn down the road or machine made halfway around the world and in a range of colors from black to tan to flamingo… Read More ›
Places we’ve been
The Gold That Remains
It’s funny how travel works, the way one trip invariably sprouts into three: the planning, the experience, and the memory. How the experience may exactly match, or wildly differ from, the expectations. How memory tends to polish up the good… Read More ›
New Year, Same Old Me
Most years I latch onto something that resembles a resolution, or at least an idea—a framing, if you will, of the plot lines of my life. Typically, I choose something that’s a cross between delusional aspiration and hare-brained scheme. (Ex…. Read More ›
To the Conclave
It seems an unlikely pilgrimage. Lapsed Protestant heads to the epicenter of 1.4 billion Catholics to witness the centuries-old tradition of electing a pope. And yet Tuesday, I’m headed to Rome. Truth be told, I’m fascinated by the pomp and… Read More ›
Oaxaca, Mexico (and what now?)
You’d think by the time you were my age, you’d have it all figured out. What to do? Where to live? How to spend your time? Apparently not. Oaxaca, Mexico sounded like a good idea. A mile-high altitude with the… Read More ›
The World In Between 