J'aime Paris!Read More
This post is a blast from the past...Inspired by all the houses I've seen being raised in Long Beach.Read More
I am so lucky to have this branch of my family tree growing nearby in the Hudson Valley now, instead of hours away via jet plane in Florida. Last week I went up for a visit and it was non-stop fun. Because what is more fun than one toddler? TWO toddlers, of course!Read More
I went to the Brooklyn Museum with my friend Jude to see the Georgia O'Keefe show. The mosaics below are in the Eastern Parkway subway station at the museum. What a fabulous use of architectural elements! I wonder if they're from buildings that were being torn down?Read More
The family schedule is just a bit complicated on Tuesdays, so I take the railroad out to Long Beach, NY to help out.Read More
The Beast in her new home.Read More
You know I’ve made my way back to my apartment in The West Village. But it must seem like I fell off the edge of a map marked ”Here Be Dragons.” Once you’ve written a travel blog, it seems strange to write about “my stationary life here in NYC.“Read More
One of the important things about any journey is the homecoming.
I drove up the hill of the George Washington Bridge, and when I saw that Manhattan skyline, I began to cry. Tears of relief—I’d done it—and returned safely, tears of joy and pride—there’s no place in the country like it—my stinky old New York. I imagine I’ll have some moments of “when did this happen?” Like Bilbo returning to the Shire, but rather than being able to correct what seems wrong, I’ll need to adapt.Read More
I used to drive people crazy when we were quietly reading, or working in the same space, because I talk to myself a little bit. At the completion of a task, I might mumble, “Alrighty then,” or, “Okay!” or “Moving right along,” or some silly phrase from an ancient Monty Python episode. I also have an impressive collection of “Hmm’s, Umm’s,” and “what the hells?”Read More
I loved the Upper Peninsula. My friend Steve is a Michigander, and he sent me an email with lots of suggestions for things to do and see when I’d visit his state. Including:Read More
• Lake Superior ... the statistic that floors me, is that the surface area of this lake is roughly the same size as the state of Maine!
• the lake holds 10% of the world's fresh surface water that is not frozen in a glacier or ice cap.
• is the largest freshwater lake in the world by surface area and the third largest by volume (Lake Baikal in Siberia and Lake Tanganyika in East Africa contain more water).
epic |ˈepik| noun a long poem, typically one derived from ancient oral tradition, narrating the deeds and adventures of heroic or legendary figures or the history of a nation.Read More
After my Interstate 5 exit lane zebra stripes visit with Tony, I got back on the road, and finally made it to the SEA-TAC airport to pick up my pal RJ. We drove up to the dock at Anacortes, and were ferried over to Orcas Island where we had four nights in the West Beach Resort. It was really sweet to have a friend from home come out to join me, since I was becoming a bit road weary.Read More
I had lunch in Choteau, Montana the other day, at the Elk Country Inn. I did not have the elk, or bison that was on the menu. The waitress brought the paper over for me to read while I waited. I guess diners out here don't all sit with their eyes glued to their iPhones.Read More
After two days of low clouds and torrential rainstorms while I was over in Whitefish Lake, Montana, I awoke here in West Glacier, to bright blue skies, and a weather report that promised thunderstorms around noon. I had a very fast breakfast and got on the road right away.Read More
I had my third rear blowout today on Interstate-5. Since there are dual wheels in the rear, there is a bang, and I feel the blow out, but I can just slow down, put my flashers on, and move to the right, find a spot of relative safety, and get off the road. I was on my way to the SEA-TAC airport to pick up my friend, RJ. Fifteen minutes away, and an hour early, but still, I knew it was going to be cutting it close. I’ve never had a roadside assistance guy show up in under an hour. So I contacted the Good Sam number, gave them my location and settled in to wait.Read More
I don't expect that I'll be traveling to Hawaii any time soon, so Mount Saint Helens was an important stop for me on this trip. Volcano. Check! I was mighty curious about what it would be like to stand in the dangerous zone of an active-ish volcano. The 1980 eruption was a powerful piece of history that I witnessed via the six-o’clock news, and I always wondered what it must be like to live with that omnipresent danger on a daily basis.Read More
Reposting this paragraph from my weekly delivery of the Brain Pickings Blog, written by the amazing Maria Poppova. If I get in touch with something well enough to give it voice, it's interesting how The Universe responds.
"Nourish yourself with grand and austere ideas of beauty that feed the soul… Seek solitude,"young Delacroix counseled himself in 1824. Keats saw solitude as a sublime conduit to truth and beauty. Elizabeth Bishop believed that everyone should experience at least one prolonged period of solitude in life. Even if we don’t take so extreme a view as artist Agnes Martin’s assertion that “the best things in life happen to you when you’re alone,” one thing is certain: Our capacity for what psychoanalyst Adam Phillips has termed “fertile solitude” is absolutely essential not only for our creativity but for the basic fabric of our happiness — without time and space unburdened from external input and social strain, we’d be unable to fully inhabit our interior life, which is the raw material of all art.
After my last post about feeling lonely after ten months on the road, I remembered how drained I felt while teaching in a NYC high school, and living in the city, with 24/7 electronic stimulation, 24/7 connectivity, the public transport system, the crowded streets and shops. My perspective shifted, and this solitude feels absolutely blessed today. I also had a quick flight home to see my family, and had my emotional batteries re-charged.
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When I was a youngster, the very first book I remember reading, and then immediately re-reading many times, was James Hilton’s Lost Horizon. I couldn’t bear to leave Shangri-La. There were passages I read every night for a year.Read More