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Our lodging is the attic room of an apartment in Oxford, a room we know well, having stayed here several times before. There is a low slanted ceiling, a narrow window overlooking streets and back yards, a few quirky little … Continue reading
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
And, here’s a fragment of a song sung by Stornoway(!) for our daughter. I’m so glad I had the presence of mind to record even just a moment or two, ’cause it was pretty special.
The following are the main excerpts from the speech Monte and I gave at our daughter’s wedding. Several friends have asked that we share it, and why not? I’m proud of it, because as any parent knows, there’s a poignant aspect even to … Continue reading
I am on a bridge from one part of my life to the next. I don’t even know all the ways in which things will seem different when I return, but they surely will. Until then, I am in exile, and … Continue reading
Some people seem to possess a special vitality and spark that translates into constant action and creativity. It doesn’t matter what form it takes, they have to craft an object, concoct a recipe, or render a feeling into painting, poetry, … Continue reading
I’m still awed and discombobulated by the distances we travel. I can picture my daughter’s street in East Oxford as it must appear in this very moment, and the ferries of Norway skimming the fjords, and a certain hillside lattice … Continue reading
We were walking along a narrow street lined with brick row houses topped by chimneys, past an old pub and a bright red postal box, everything around us so other than the way it is at home. Even the grocery … Continue reading
My mother-in-law tells us via email it’s been hotter there than she ever remembers it being. I picture the thirsty trees in the orchard, the parched hills, everything dry and waiting, maybe the vague smell of smoke still lingering from … Continue reading