My first real trip (unless you count Dad and a friend taking me to Yankee Stadium from our home in Carbondale, Pennsylvania) was traveling with my grandparents to Arizona when I was 11 years old. This trip with Bumpy and Nanny (Joe and Doris Blaum, my mother’s parents) came about in a strange way. I … Continue reading Early Travels

I have heard it said that when writing a book or blog one should “write what you know.” I am not sure I really know anything well enough to write about in an extended format. What I really know is myself (most days) and what I yearn for, what I am seeking, what I am … Continue reading Disorientation as Life Practice