Scores of people get off the train from Paris at Moret-Veneux-Les-Sablons. Most, I notice, are carrying the international symbols of tourism—a camera and a bottle of water. Since I’m not quite sure what I’m doing, this is hopefully a sign… Read More ›
I love you, I love you not It’s strange to remember back to the time when I thought my parents had everything figured out and my grandparents were ancient. Now that I’m both a parent and a grandparent, my perspective… Read More ›
At the end of January, we flew from Oaxaca to Austin; visited with our daughter, Taylor; and set off on a roadtrip back to Charlottesville, Virginia. Normally, I execute my standard roadtrip process—select a handful of themes, orient the stops… Read More ›
“Growing old … what is the opposite of “growing”? I ask myself. “Withering” perhaps? It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.” The Journal of May Sarton: The House by the… Read More ›
We’re packing up, getting ready to relinquish our Charlottesville home next month. In a tiny house without closets, it’s amazing how many cubbyholes we’ve managed to create. Tucked under our end table, in a wooden box that my mother-in-law painted,… Read More ›
The World In Between 