“Ha…rume!” bellows from nearby. Then, silence. Peculiar. The sound seems so close, but when looking out from my lofty Tuscan…

                                                                     ….I have measured out my life with coffee spoons….                                                                         from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock TS…

TRAVEL ESSAY: It was that year it rained. In Southern California, we say things like that because rain is so…

When Jenny was eight, her father took her walkabout into the outback. Just the two of them, alone. Jenny remembered…