Travel Being

“Donde esta le musée?” I ask in my best Frenish (unintentional French-Spanish spicy blend) to the perplexed passer-by. No matter where the destination, …

I miss the travel part of being. Even so, a Panglossian view to this sheltering in place business is that it gifts us …

“Oh honey, this world is going to heck in a handbasket!” I can almost hear my mom uttering the phrase. Headlines recount innumerable …

I’m revisiting Mars where hump day is Thursday. That’s when to look for my next post… Thank you kindly. Or — ank thay, …

April is tricky; it holds the best and the worst moments in my life. Reflecting upon the day in City Park when We …

Like you, due to this virus, life exists mostly within the confines of the house and yard. As far as non-human forms, books …

Speed first. Safety last. When I first read that sticker on Tom’s motorcycle tool box, I vaguely remember trying to impress him with …

Something’s wrong. It’s too quiet. I look around. Most of the boxes are unpacked — artwork is up, rugs are unfurled, furniture is …

Here it is hump day due day, and only now do I begin this post. I beg your pardon… Before our Thanksgiving feast, …