By the time you read this, I’ll be somewhere on a wild trail, deep in Ireland. Probably fairly muddy, almost assuredly exhilarated. Tired. Excited. Happy …
He asked the standard question at the museum ticket counter: “Where are you visiting from?” When I said, “The U.S.–Texas, specifically,” the Singaporean gentleman raised …
Morning sun broke through the clouds to illuminate Manhattan’s gray buildings. Across their tops, I could see water; was that the Hudson River? That Friday …
You know that overwhelmed feeling, when crafting a “to do” list might as well be writing The Great American Novel? When starting seems to immediately …
