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 ›
It’s been an unforeseen start to 2024. In December, we decided to spend January in Paris. The winter days are short and dreary, but not snowy. They are cold, but seldom freezing. It’s a fallow time, and fallow was what… Read More ›
I saw my first Vermeer when I was around ten-years-old. It came together over the course of countless months as I watched my grandmother needlepoint a myriad of colors stitch by stitch into a piece that she christened My Little… Read More ›
We had just crossed the border from Spain into France last month when Pat sighed and said, “It’s nice to be back home.” It was, to my mind, an odd thing for him to say. I think of Pat as… Read More ›
9:15 AM January 19, 2023 Bar Alfalfa, Sevilla, Spain: I walk into a staccato of Spanish. Loud. Animated. Relentless. It sounds like a fight is about to break out, yet it ends with a slap on the back, a hug…. Read More ›
The World In Between 