The light dances, changing hues, shaping brilliance and shadow. It warms the evening and the soul. Take a stroll. It’s a chance to reflect and to lavish in the sunlight’s last hours.
By now, our third stay in the second-floor apartment of the solid house our landlady’s grandfather built early in the last century, Kathy and I […]
We head home to Boston Saturday, and some of my students reiterated after our game of petanque this evening that they just don’t want to […]
“I don’t want to talk to the person who is going to die in approximately 5 minutes,” Devon said, giggling. That would be me. I’d […]
I’ve been reading the reflective essays of the Emerson students I took to Aix this May. Some arrived worried about having to speak a language […]
I confess. There have been times in the last week that I’ve craved life in the slow lane. This morning, after breakfast with my host […]