Reflections on a train from the Provence to Paris Moving down the tracks—away from and toward something—I sit in motion. To my right, the...

In the basement of a 19th-century home in a small French village, tucked near the southern coast, I received. This basement exists...

I never felt a strong pull to go to Paris. It was one of those places I figured I’d check out if I happened to be nearby. I didn’t...

I’m in the second week of my seven-week European “walkabout.” Often, I think I can just do whatever. Not in a reckless way, but in the...

As I move through this journey—both the long arc I’m on and the smaller one unfolding within it—I’m becoming more aware of how much I...

She stands strong— surrounded, yet alone. Pleasant to look at, but easily forgotten. She sways, just slightly, rooted deep, reaching...

My hometown is an alley town. Each square block is divided—or perhaps conjoined—by an alley. As kids, we spent as much time weaving...

Dreaming it is much easier than living it, but not nearly as fun. Well, I did it. I fullilled a 30+ year dream and I have integrated it...

How do you do that alone? I wish I could do what you do. Aren't you afraid? Don't you get lonely? I'm jealous of your adventures. Where...