“Keep warm old man,” the boy said. “Remember, we are in September.” “The month when the great fish come,” the old man said. “Anyone can be a fisherman in May.” Ernest Hemingway The Old Man and the Sea Alas, I’m… Read More ›
the world inbetween
Making our Way
Paris. Wednesday morning. May 11, 2022. 8AM There’s a communal newspaper on the zinc bar. Every few minutes a new patron enters, browses the headlines, tosses back an espresso, races out to join the race. Families come and go. Kids… Read More ›
Cuddling and other resolutions I’d never considered
I believe in the promise of the new year, and hence I’m committed to formulating a resolution. A few years ago, I added the concept of a new theme and the new year took on an added layer of complexity—and… Read More ›
Montana bound for Christmas
We drove cross-country to the whispers of Omicron. Two short weeks ago, when we set out, it was still more threat than reality. Our destination was Montana where we would spend Christmas with our newborn granddaughter. We drove a rented… Read More ›
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho …
There’s a saying in writing that you’ve buried the lede. It means that you’ve taken too long to get to your point. Perhaps you don’t know what your point is. Or maybe you just can’t bring yourself to say it…. Read More ›
The World In Between 