Something that has mattered in my life is a “to and from.” Going to Edisto Island, South Carolina and coming home from that family vacation, then planning to go again. …
Category: <span>Wanderings and Travel</span>
“Stick your head through that wall,” I command a child. Seems right for this place. This place is a Roman amphitheater. Site of gladiatorial battles. This place is Arles, France. …
I usually don’t expect travel to result in regret. Nostalgia, sure. A marrow-deep slurry of wistfulness that the Portuguese call saudade, absolutely. But regret? Not so much. Travel always somehow…
My children are learning about straight lines. About the concentration that goes into a straight line. Not the continuous path laid by a pencil’s sacrifice, but the intermittent punches of…
My favorite spot of sea is brackish brown, not the topaz splendor of the Mediterranean or Caribbean. My sea laps with waves dyed brown from tannins, as though those waves…
Dewy-eyed newlyweds, we stood in our posh honeymoon resort and swore (I think there may have been pinky swears involved, we were young enough) to take honeymoon-inspired trips every five…