Ocean

One person may be so intensely preoccupied with lecture preparation that she may not have the time to write long posts this week. ...Even th...

Stay away long enough, and you’ll appreciate how the world moves forward in your absence. Take State Street. It’s been a while since I walke...

As if the move didn’t wipe me out completely. Today, the week of summer teaching begins. The Internet has redefined nearly everything I do. ...

They’re what makes your day move forward, the economy grow and your unfinished mess get kicked under the bed. What more could you want in li...

Waking up in a new city is better than great. Get going. Explore. Breakfast in a café! Fantastic. Waking up in my new condo is not significa...

Truth is, I love it here. No really, I am blushing inside. I love my switch to this place. Late last night, I paid the two men (with their t...

Packing, finally. Stacking cardboard boxes. People like me, who have collected cooking paraphernalia all their lives, have a tough time of i...

Wednesday take out. Pots are packed. No food in the fridge. I go to Edo’s on Park – sushi. I want sushi for my last meal in my downtown life...

I suppose this isn’t huge by American standards: my fifteenth move, big deal. I have friends my age in Poland who have only moved twice in t...

Two years ago, I did it: I went through a move to top all moves and I was as tough as both the Two Men and their Truck, and then some. I was...

It was to be a day of packing. But, I had stacks of work to attend to, and the sun was out, so I sat dutifully all morning long and read the...

When my oldest daughter graduated from the university, the master of her college used, in her commencement speech, the lyrics of the song, “...

Ed, I need to go to Chicago for a few minutes. Silence. Would you like to go with me? A curious look. …with your truck? Bright day. No rain ...

Wrapped still in thoughts of status and its role in daily life. Here’s the thing: when you are biking out here, in the Midwest (as I was tod...

If you would rather not engage in delineating your status vis-à-vis someone else, you can run into trouble. People and institutions demand i...

Dry, hot air. It should rain. People talk of storms. There are no storms. In the evening, the sun turns a fierce red. Defiant. Tomorrow you...

I sit at the back of the Honda CM200. One curve, another, the hot air pummels my face, my bare arms, we're there. We get off and watch. ...

Reminders. You're here, but your mind drifts. And sometimes, you're flooded with recent images. Like, when you see these: where am I...

I need a day to catch my breath and make sense of the mess before me. Tomorrow, okay?

This day. Ask, and you shall receive. I leave Paris sadly. Oh, so sadly. I live here in my soul (do we have souls?). Occasionally, I have be...