The new year was said to begin in darkness, in the northern traditions. Last night was thus the evening when our dead could roam the earth, and we could acknowledge…
I was a little afraid to return to Frenchglen, because the winds of change have caused havoc everywhere. I nurse poignant memories from times I was here–2006, 1997, 1993–with my…
From the Flanders coast… …to its first important port. At least that is the Bruges interpretation. I arrived at my first dormitory room in a youth hostel, occupied by two…
Why it should have been unexpected, I am not sure, but action seemed next to impossible. It was the warmest day predicted for the rest of my stay, and I’d…
