I’m living through hour two of six at Lisbon Airport, hub of Air Portugal (TAP), waiting for a rebooked connecting…
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Well Read Roads
“We’ll need to leave before it gets too hot.” We both turn our attention to the sky beyond the sliding…
There’s a Gecko in the Bathroom
At first a slight movement, a quick dart. Something shifts the stillness between the stationary objects – the open shower…
The Mangrove Mysteries
Since I’ve been in Naples for eight months already, several people have asked me how I like it. Yet after…
An Extrovert’s Exercise
For the past several weeks, isolation has been all the rage. I work remotely. I make coffee in the morning…
From Pine to Palm
Gazing out over the steel grey, silent sky of Puget Sound, trapping fog between the Olympic and the Cascade Mountain…
A Semi-retired Kind of Life
I’m swinging in a patio recliner gently rocking back and forth with my bare feet. The screened-in patio, in Florida…
Into the Deep Blue
The motel key was attached to a light blue, tetragonal pendant with room #24 stenciled on one side. I stepped…
By Tube if not by Foot
London, June 30 Arriving back in London from where I started, after the trip around the UK, brought a beautiful…
Into England
Leaving has an excitement all its own: a heightened energy awakens me to an attention to detail that I might…
Write Down the Road 