It was April, 2002. I contemplated my impending flight to Zagreb with Croatian Airlines with a sense of foreboding. Would I speak English, which I tentatively think of as my native language, or the language we routinely referred to as “BCS” (Bosnian, Croatian and Serbian—a […]
I open the shade to an immense Montana early winter morning, White-topped mountains thrusting up into a soft ash-gray, bluish-red sky. A moose cow and calf – still almost shadows – nibbling on the water reeds, by […]
1959 was the year the music died. The Detroit Tigers were in fourth place the summer of ‘59, and Fidel Castro’s bearded face was on the front page of The Detroit Times day after day. I was thirteen that year, in that limbo between being a […]
An Essay on Home Maybe thirty metres down from the gravel shoulder where your cousin Manuel transcribed an arc with his bristled arm and said in brisk Portuguese what was your land and what was not, you take a hard turn into the bush. What […]
At the Glasgow B&B. First of all, why do I even book a B&B? I am not social in the morning. In the late afternoon, no. At night, about as sociable as stars. Shared bathrooms. OK, my bladder is sociable. We ring the bell several […]
Stories of Home Series: All mountains attract. The Rocky Mountains of Colorado ski country in Winter hold a special allure. Summits, wilderness vistas, speed. And, like all good travel, they bring unexpected surprises and upend existing beliefs. For example, I assumed that […]
