I write about nationalism, sustainable economies, public history, social movements, immigration, MeToo issues, and ethical travel. Since November 2023, I have been living on the road, staying in a different country every month. I write about that experience in my Aging on the Run series.
Bosnia and Herzegovina: “The Power Lies with the People.”
Multicultural Sarajevo A melodic chant drowned the raucous sounds of Old Town in Sarajevo. We sat in black wooden chairs facing the chancel in the Serbian Orthodox Museum. A couple crossed...
Empty and Fill: Seven Days in Chengdu, China
My partner David turned 67 while standing in the wrong immigration and customs line in Chengdu. What we knew about Chengdu, China, would not fill a teacup. We came here because it was unknown to us,...
Sister Strangers: Japan
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most...
The Sound of Silence: Jeju Island, South Korea
White waves, green water, and black volcanic rock, stirred by high wind. The view was wild, but inside the Jeju coffee shop, all was calm. A Korean ballad played softly. I was alone. My...
Bosnia and Herzegovina: “The Power Lies with the People.”
Multicultural Sarajevo A melodic chant drowned the raucous sounds of Old Town in Sarajevo. We sat in black wooden chairs facing the chancel in the Serbian Orthodox Museum. A couple crossed...
Empty and Fill: Seven Days in Chengdu, China
My partner David turned 67 while standing in the wrong immigration and customs line in Chengdu. What we knew about Chengdu, China, would not fill a teacup. We came here because it was unknown to us,...
Sister Strangers: Japan
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most...
The Sound of Silence: Jeju Island, South Korea
White waves, green water, and black volcanic rock, stirred by high wind. The view was wild, but inside the Jeju coffee shop, all was calm. A Korean ballad played softly. I was alone. My...
Recent Posts
.I write about nationalism, sustainable economies, public history, social movements, immigration, MeToo issues and non-car travel. Since November. 2023, I have been living on the road, staying in a different country every month. I write about that experience in my Aging on the Run series.
Bosnia and Herzegovina: “The Power Lies with the People.”
Multicultural Sarajevo A melodic chant drowned the raucous sounds of Old Town in Sarajevo. We sat in black wooden chairs facing the chancel in the Serbian Orthodox Museum. A couple crossed...
Empty and Fill: Seven Days in Chengdu, China
My partner David turned 67 while standing in the wrong immigration and customs line in Chengdu. What we knew about Chengdu, China, would not fill a teacup. We came here because it was unknown to us,...
Sister Strangers: Japan
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most...
The Sound of Silence: Jeju Island, South Korea
White waves, green water, and black volcanic rock, stirred by high wind. The view was wild, but inside the Jeju coffee shop, all was calm. A Korean ballad played softly. I was alone. My...
Bosnia and Herzegovina: “The Power Lies with the People.”
Multicultural Sarajevo A melodic chant drowned the raucous sounds of Old Town in Sarajevo. We sat in black wooden chairs facing the chancel in the Serbian Orthodox Museum. A couple crossed...
Empty and Fill: Seven Days in Chengdu, China
My partner David turned 67 while standing in the wrong immigration and customs line in Chengdu. What we knew about Chengdu, China, would not fill a teacup. We came here because it was unknown to us,...
Sister Strangers: Japan
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most...
The Sound of Silence: Jeju Island, South Korea
White waves, green water, and black volcanic rock, stirred by high wind. The view was wild, but inside the Jeju coffee shop, all was calm. A Korean ballad played softly. I was alone. My...
Recent Posts
Bosnia and Herzegovina: “The Power Lies with the People.”
Multicultural Sarajevo A melodic chant drowned the raucous sounds of Old Town in Sarajevo. We sat in black wooden chairs facing the chancel in the Serbian Orthodox Museum. A couple crossed...
Empty and Fill: Seven Days in Chengdu, China
My partner David turned 67 while standing in the wrong immigration and customs line in Chengdu. What we knew about Chengdu, China, would not fill a teacup. We came here because it was unknown to us,...
Sister Strangers: Japan
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most...
The Sound of Silence: Jeju Island, South Korea
White waves, green water, and black volcanic rock, stirred by high wind. The view was wild, but inside the Jeju coffee shop, all was calm. A Korean ballad played softly. I was alone. My...
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I write about nationalism, immigration, public history, sustainable economies, MeToo issues and the politics of travel