Ocean

So quick. One minute you’re writing that the lakes will never freeze this year and the next day they freeze. Two months later, I return from...

Yesterday, I ate my way through the neighborhood. No, really. There was hardly a pause. Take a look. (There is one photo that does not belon...

I had forgotten what it was like to be stuck on the roads. I live in a north-Midwestern town where winters are long and so often miserable, ...

...how was the drive to Wilmington from D.C.,? Short, wasn't it? No, it was not. I had studied the weather charts. I knew I was in for s...

After I am done with today’s chores and obligations, I’m hopping on a plane and heading out east. It is certain that I will not get to my fi...

How you shop says mountains about your past, about your relationship to your parents, about your failures in life and the degree of faith yo...

It really doesn’t matter if the quality of my croissant this morning was mediocre or sublime (it was the former). Ocean writing was never m...

There was a time, decades ago, when Swissair was my favorite Europe-bound airline (!) and Geneva was, therefore, a typical connecting city f...

In the morning, the sun is brilliant. The rich blue color of the sky alone is a thrill. Sure, I am biased, but the Italian Alps in my mind a...

I wake up at night and I spin, countless thoughts, tripping over each other. My crazy work schedule this semester, the bid for a new condo, ...