Remembering Paris, A Year Later

3 a.m., November 14, 2015. A suburb of Paris. A piercing sound jolts me awake. It’s dark, and too early for an alarm. What is that sound? Groping around in the dark with 3 a.m. cognitive capacity, I finally find Stephen’s wailing phone. “What the…” A device locator alarm has been activated. Turning it off, … Continue reading Remembering Paris, A Year Later

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Welcome Home

  Dear Reader, Following nearly two months away I am now home. Home in a quiet room of a colorful cabin bathed in November’s low-hanging sunlight and fenced in by thickets of birch and pine. After the maniacal streets of Kathmandu I can’t imagine anywhere more dissimilar to find myself. The clean air and deep … Continue reading Welcome Home

A Separate Life

Dear Reader, I spent years anticipating this time. Somehow, so seamlessly it escaped my notice, the minutes became hours, which formed a day, and enough of those passed where I started calling them weeks and then months. And two months has now brought me to my penultimate day in Stirling. Sometimes beginnings, endings, and milestones … Continue reading A Separate Life