Musings & Reflections

On yard work, old age, and a minor league flashback We have been power-washing a house in rural Pennsylvania. This is not a sentence I expected to be writing at this stage of my life. It took two days....

A personal archive of presence and persistence Since we’ve lived in Valencia and started traveling more consistently, I’ve been collecting something I don’t really have a name for — women I encounter,...

When Ed and I are walking through a new city, he’s always the navigator. I’ve stopped even pulling out my phone. I just wait quietly while he figures out where we’re going. It’s a small thing—who holds...

“It is the correspondence that is her manner of living.” “Imagine all that you have said to another, all the commentary you have exchanged with friends over drinks, over the phone with colleagues and...

This post is a departure from our usual travel writing — a more personal reflection shaped by the journey. Spending time with people in their late 80s and 90s has a way of clarifying things. It strips...