Anticipation lives alongside the hard work of patience. But it’s hard to be patient when you’ve already walked 215…
On the Portuguese streets of Viana do Castelo, I typed into my phone, “Restaurants near me.” But immediately, my search…
What if there were no conflicts? No worries? No antagonists? Then you would be describing our situation hiking at the…
On day three of our pilgrimage, the true treasure of travel rewarded me when we saw a Portuguese dog staring…
I gave the Lello & Irmão Bookstore in Porto, Portugal, credit for being humble because somewhere on the internet, (Lonely…
Fate took me to Boston this morning for business. I’m precisely 2,998 drive-miles away from the pinnacle of emotions rising…
Fresh into the infant autumn, the oaks, early in their preparation for winter, have begun to drop their leaves. They…
If you were to peek through our kitchen window while I was working at my new hobby ― making ice…
Remarks I Wrote for My Fathere’s Memorial ServiceJune 14, 2011, Chapel of the Pines, Placerville California We backed up to…
An eerie gray envelope covers San Francisco. What a stark contrast to the earlier afternoon sun! Now the wind blows.…
Grant Avenue was a busy street, a main artery going east and west in Escondido, now considered a northern suburb…
The neighborhood of Ravenna in Seattle is named after a town in Italy. If I were to imagine what Italian…
