A Room with a View (of the Parking Lot)
When a quiet moment in Starbucks becomes a reminder of what we carry It was a typical afternoon at the…
Pull up a chair and sit awhile: Simplify, Engage, Persist
language learning, adaptation, and immersion
When a quiet moment in Starbucks becomes a reminder of what we carry It was a typical afternoon at the…
A reflection on presence, perception, and the quiet work of noticing.
What does it mean to belong—to a place, to a rhythm, to a story that doesn’t begin and end with…
The Weather Just Is It was another windy day in Picture Rocks. The kind where it feels like Zeus himself…
Not Retired, a Snowbird, or Noisy (I Think) It started with a label. Or rather, three. We’ve been in Tucson…
Earlier in March, as we prepared to leave the desert rhythms of Casa Saguaro for a stretch back in Indiana, it hit…
Neither a Silver Bullet Nor a Werewolf (or both) My first car was technically a 1968 Chevy Biscayne, with that…