Ocean

If I, here at Ocean, could only have six hours (for sleep), I would come back swinging so hard afterwards! Okay? Thank you. See you in abou...

I am in Krakow. Most anyone would find this a destination in and of itself. And it is. But after a day, I say: I want to go to the mountains...

Can a Pole get a fresh perspective on her homeland by staying away for a while? You think you can, but it’s a myth. You get off the train, y...

The airport is expanding, the traffic is worsening, and there is the inevitable construction. [Come to think of it, this would describe Madi...

Early this morning, I call Krakow, Poland to confirm a hotel reservation. Finding a good room had been difficult (I want downtown. I want sq...

early I zip out the door, not wanting to be late for student appointments. I pause and look at the birds, assembled, huddled, social, connec...

Why am I foraging minutes now, like a squirrel, thinking ahead to the long winter? Why are my posts short, my stories inconsequential, my in...

Teach, grade, read, respond to emails, write exams. My days. But when I take just a minute to drive into the countryside once the night has ...

I am not even going to try to put a label to this day. Work. Much of it against the backdrop of a splendidly cold day. Until finally, as the...

Four pictures from a day of many vignettes. Just four. Signs of ice along the bike path to the (indoor) farmers market; a girl watching a mi...