“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 ›
nomadic retirement
The Banishment of Indifference
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 ›
A Day No Pigs Would Die
The bride and groom walked to the alter holding hands while friends gathered by the river bank. Some sat on benches but most stood. The officiant asked the couple questions about how they will handle some specific life challenges. As… Read More ›
Hiking Burgundy … again
Pat and I came to Paris for five weeks at the end of April. Given it was a short trip, we only took one break from the city—a long weekend to walk the southern half of the Côte d’Or of… Read More ›
Ode to a Coffee Shop
It was the Thanksgiving before last, and our family was gathered in Charlottesville, Virginia. In keeping with tradition, as we sat around the table each of us shared a personal thanks. This particular year, we added a caveat—we could only… Read More ›
The World In Between 