If you’ve never heard of Bay City, Michigan, raise your left hand like you are about to recite an oath—palm facing away from you, thumb to the right. Your hand is now a map of the lower peninsula of Michigan…. Read More ›
the world inbetween
Tbilisi, Georgia
When I think back about Tbilisi, I may remember fat, green figs ripening on trees; wooden balconies decorated with elaborately carved lattice work that often dangled precariously; an abundance of cat and anti-Russian graffiti painted on doors and drab concrete… Read More ›
Remembering
I remember sitting at the kitchen table, the setting sun, a plate with two beets. My parents were lovely people, but both had come from farming families. They believed in the healing power of fruits and vegetables. Eating mine was… Read More ›
The Roads We Take
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 ›
Conclave: The Sequel
I enter Vatican Square late afternoon in anticipation of the first conclave vote. Security is heavy, but once inside people are playing games or lounging on cobblestones. Children chase each other in circles. It’s a leisurely Sunday afternoon picnic vibe…. Read More ›
The World In Between 