My family settled in New Jersey from England and Holland at the start of the 18th century. My mother’s family were the Covenhovens and owned the farmhouse which served as the headquarters for the Battle of Monmouth during the Revolutionary… Read More ›
This month, I read several articles which are germane to this blog (whatever that means). In any event, I’ve developed a habit of saving things I enjoy. And some of it does resonate with what I write about. First, and… Read More ›
Early Monday morning, Pat and I crawled out of bed in anticipation of our 5:30 taxi pickup to the Budapest airport. As Pat took his shower, I read a blog comment from a friend – a quote from Lao Tzu,… Read More ›
This morning, well before dawn, I dragged a duffel bag stuffed with Pat’s clothes to a nearby alcove where the homeless men sleep. I left it with the hopes they will recognize it as a gift and find value from… Read More ›
When we lived in Colorado, Pat biked – up and down mountain roads and around hair pin turns. Me? No way. So it was natural he bought a bike when we moved to Bratislava, and that I did not. Besides,… Read More ›
The World In Between 