What a long, strange trip it’s been

Here we are, back in the land of the “free”. How surreal it seems. We’ve been in the US for…

Where we are not moving: La Rochelle

Let me back up a moment and say oh hey, we’re moving ! The situation in Paris with our noisy…

I’ve been thinking about the state of the Covid narrative. Not the broader social and economic story, that will be…

I feel like the future is simultaneously wide open and closed down. I’m not talking globally, though that’s certainly the…

What is left when everything has gone south? The pleasures of Paris are closed up once again, in compliance with…

For as much as I love thinking of myself quasi-nomadic, I sure like to talk to myself about someday settling…

I once had an experience that I would call the thrill of the familiar. When we first moved to Paris,…

I keep getting my socks knocked off by the hilly backcountry north of Montpellier. On a tongue-in-cheek map of France…

I love that sense-sharpened feeling of arriving in a new place. Taking it all in, eyes wide open, as you…

This is another rescued snippet from the old Tumblr I’m clearing out. May 2017 We’ve gotten lazy, 7+ months into…