Of the many things that embarrass me about being an American abroad—that we’re so loud, that we take up so much space, that we’re so high maintenance—what most embarrasses me is my functional inability to speak anything but English.
Memory as Watercolor
Memory as Watercolor by Lawrence Bridges.
A Forest Bath in Middlesex Fells
For the last 15 years, I’ve been a city-dweller and I’ve started to feel semi-captive, a condition the naturalist John Muir described as “tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized.”