Aging on the Run, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Racism, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
Brussels, like Paris, unfolded as a mash-up of old and new. While Paris was a hard 24 hours, Brussels was an inviting and fun three days. The difference was serendipity, not a true reflection of these two venerable places. This is the problem with short...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Racism, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
“The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.” 17th Century French Philosopher,...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism
I began this essay in Montenegro where people speak a local Serbian dialect they defiantly call Montenegrin, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is defiantly visible on every signpost, yet English is undeniably dominant. Such is the language of empire. And...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism
In Montenegro, I think of sandwiches. Not the mustard/mayo, whole wheat-or-rye kind. I think about rivers, lakes, and bays, sandwiched between mountains. These are waterways of unsurpassed beauty. From where I sit overlooking the Bay of Kotor, one can get to...
