A year ago this week, I retired from IBM. At the time, Pat thought that I’d cry (I didn’t). That I would turn around and look back at the building (I forgot to). And that it would be a sad… Read More ›
nomadic retirement
Antigua, Guatemala
This morning, I woke as I always do—early. Since we are staying in a hotel, I stepped out into the courtyard, which remains my sanctuary, so I could read and not disturb Pat. The air is crisp; Antigua, at nearly… Read More ›
Goodbye San Marcos La Laguna
Guatemala has a terrible crime problem—or at least the perception of a terrible crime problem which is supported by seemingly credible statistics. I don’t think of myself as a worrier, but the first few weeks I laid awake at night… Read More ›
Perspective
I didn’t see this coming. Pat and I went by boat this week to San Juan, the small neighboring town of artisans–weavers, predominately. Throughout town, in houses-turned-stores, women gather in collectives to sell wares they make at home. They pick… Read More ›
How to Create the Feeling of Home
During the last month, I worked on a piece entitled Finding Home for an anthology submission. Coincidently, in that same timeframe, we met a couple and visited over three leisurely afternoons. They asked us to define home, especially given our… Read More ›
The World In Between 