“Surf Camp?” my daughter, Taylor, asked. “Does anyone besides you call it Surf Camp?” “Taylor, it says Surf Camp on my rash guard.” “Wait. You’re wearing a rash guard?” When my friend Amy mentioned learning to surf was a dream… Read More ›
Places we’ve been
Monticello and the Book
On a hilltop ten minutes from downtown Charlottesville stands Monticello, the home of Thomas Jefferson. I hadn’t visited the house in years—decades actually, but I wanted to return and hoped to see the book. When my dad became ill, he… Read More ›
California, 2016, and The Art of Pilgrimage
Saturday, a month to the day after arriving in California, we left. It was a dream land where everyone: sips ridiculously expensive (albeit delicious) reds, darts about with their adorable kids and dogs in tow, and looks great in lycra… Read More ›
An Update from the San Francisco Bay Area
Even though Pat and I have lived in rented apartments for four years, only since March have we begun moving frequently. We are still, I have come to realize, in learning mode. Our apartment in Marin County sits twenty minutes… Read More ›
Paris, Lyon, Lisbon – A Quick Update
In the last few weeks, I feel as though I have been thrown off the back of a raft and into the swell. Every chance I have to poke my head above water, I gasp in as much air as… Read More ›
The World In Between 