Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Sustainable Economies
First impressions are precious and dangerous. Precious because you see things that later you gloss over. Dangerous because you make quick assumptions based on slim evidence. Shqiperia at first glance looks to me like an in-between place: part Southern Europe, part...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Public History, Radical Hospitality, Sustainable Economies
Getting off the train in Madrid we followed the crowds into the dark city. Our train companions formed a line for taxis, but we crossed the street and miracle of miracles, got on the right bus with backpacks and naked guitar, off at the right stop, and to the right...
Aging on the Run, Social Movements
On our first night in Spain, during a short yoga routine, the online instructor said we should check in without four bodies: physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual. My physical body was aching with new debilitating pain, my left hip on fire; lightening radiating...
Aging on the Run, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History
One of the books I gave away when we started this journey was Carolyn Forché’s Against Forgetting: Twentieth Century Poetry of Witness. I treasured this collection that recorded humanity’s ugliest moments so that we do not forget. I have spent a lifetime being...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Sustainable Economies
Overnight flight out of Boston to Cape Verde and then Lisbon. Flight attendants served tabouli salad, bread and butter, meat, potatoes, broccoli, red cake, coffee, and cookies. We ate this three-course meal at 1:30 in the morning, with two hours of flight...
