stories

So I'm in a lovely hotel room in Warsaw, frantically hemming a pair of new pants for the morning and trying to figure out exactly how I got here. I'd imagine you guys have a few questions, too, so here goes: First, I'm getting married. And no, I'm not marrying The Resident Carpenter.* Meet Chuck. My fiance, Chuck. [...]

The Polish countryside, on the way from Krakow to Prague. Post-Auschwitz, and the clouds mirrored my mood There’s a point at which you have so much to write about that the words logjam at your fingers. Instead of a veritable flood of prose you get…nothing. I’m at that point right now, a paralysis of choice. So…let’s start small. [...]

Never mess with The God of Adventure. I neatly sidestepped most of his tricks in the last month, but in the end, he won: I am not, repeat NOT, in India. Cue snickering from above. I've dreamed of visiting India for years but the timing was never quite right. This time, I was determined to go: My friend Pooja is [...]

The last time I dropped this storyboard panel* into a blogpost I was about to scoot down a Southwest Airlines ramp to see if anybody could save my leg. I'm once again getting on a plane, but for a happier reason: I'm going to watch a friend get married. In India. I'm the favorite chump of the God of Adventure, [...]

We've traveled to the coast but not as often as we'd like. Nathan romps with Grizz while I seek the best photo opps. King tides are coming, so we'll head back over soon. The great thing about not having blogged in months is that you have so much to write about. The lousy thing about not having blogged [...]

The view from my balcony last weekend. I heard the breeze, a barred owl hooting, chickens in the distance (probably on the owl's dinner menu), and the sea. The kid sat on her mama's shoulders, tiny fists buried in the woman's long hair. She tugged gently on a lefthand lock and instantly, the woman turned 90 degrees down [...]

After major construction, wall-scraping wheelchairs, cats, dogs, squirrels, and the Resident Carpenter-Blacksmith, though, our poor house needed an inside paint job. Badly. "Don't look at me," said Nathan, "I don't do colors."