I travel, a lot. Sometimes it's by foot, sometimes on my bicycle, sometimes by plane, or sometimes on my boat, NoLa. I used to work in NY as a journalist for PBS and the Discovery Channel. Now I live in a minuscule apartment, on a blink-and-you'll-miss-it street, with the Eiffel Tower standing guard in the background. Wherever I go, I search for stories that can transcend borders.
In a few minutes, a news release will be posted on the internet, and it will announce that I have won a writing contest. This is the first time I’ve won anything, so I’m not taking this well. I’m chatty, fidgety, can’t hold a single thought in my head, and I’m contemplating how to: lose […]
Guilt and excitement whirl together this time of year. We feel like we should be doing more: for our families, friends, world peace. And we wish, maybe just secretly–or maybe it’s just me, that we were getting more–presents. I’m surrounded by loved ones who insist they don’t want anything for the holidays, while I have […]
I’m not sure this blogging thing is very good. It feels like I’m writing for an audience of one. I can’t see how this improves on my journal, which has the added benefit of being p-r-i-v-a-t-e. And I’m an only child; I talk to myself all day long, sometimes late into the night. I don’t […]