In the early 80s, we lived in Detroit where we learned of Hamtramck, a neighborhood largely consisting of Polish immigrants, from friends who dined there. For us, The Detroit Years (1979-1983) were also known as The Lean Years; we never… Read More ›
Places we’ve been
Surf Camp–Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina
“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 ›
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 ›
The World In Between 