Category Archives: Travel

Raving With The Ravens

Having returned late the previous night from a brief sojourn south, I decided to go for an early morning walk up the canyon to clear my mind. I am incredibly fortunate to be able to step outside and be in … Continue reading

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Labyrinth

It was almost like a dance, wending my way toward the center along a path that sometimes seemed to be taking me ever further away, spinning within the spinning of the world, and therefore feeling still. At the start was … Continue reading

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Chicago

It feels so odd to say it now, but I once lived in Chicago. I moved there in 1971 to be with the medical student who was my first husband, and although I left repeatedly, it was something of a home … Continue reading

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New York Glimpses

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Patterns, Color, Light

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Brooklyn Again

There were glimmers from my childhood days as we walked the New York streets, but I often felt like a visitor from another dimension. We were staying in an apartment at the edge of the neighborhood in Brooklyn where I grew … Continue reading

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Glimpses of Portugal

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In the Building Next Door

One of the nice things about travel, and I suppose about life in general if one is willing to play along, is how even inconveniences and detours can yield little perks and surprises. When we arrived in Oxford, the usual … Continue reading

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Quite Possibly What It’s All About

I told you I experienced a few truly wonderful moments in the course of my travels, and in today’s post I will elaborate on two more of them. One took place at a lunchtime gathering at my cousin Luisa’s house in … Continue reading

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Seeing Mr. Harbor

While in England I went to visit Mr. Harbor, my son-in-law’s grandfather.  I’ve written about Mr. Harbor on this blog before: here, for example, here, or here, and over the years I have made a point of sending him cheerful cards and little notes to let … Continue reading

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