Ocean

No one I know would admit to being a pessimist. People tend to view themselves as generally optimistic about their own lives (even as they m...

Well, it had to happen. After a break, the deluge. Madison is under an April siege of shower activity. Rain when we arrive, rain this morn...

This post is written in snatches, during the chaotic hours of the last day of travel. Not all chaos is miserable, but it is true that an exc...

We wake up to a beautiful day in northern Italy. We have only a few morning hours in Milan, but, despite my reservations about the city, I w...

I wake up to the sound of corn popping. No, that can’t be right. I listen. Rain, gusts of rain hitting the tiles of the roof. Then silence....

You can feel it here: it’s Easter. Saturday evening, as we popped into a pastry and sweets shop just before closing, I could sense it: the e...