Aging on the Run, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma
I began to write this as we pulled out of the bus station on our way to the Netherlands. Ten days in northwestern Germany were hard on me. My body told me so – a painful rash, heart palpitations, chest pains, and a headache that began each day the moment I woke up. We...
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, Voltaire In France, I acquired impressions. Impressions of Cormeilles, Normandie, France There are...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements
Walking Welsh Winds. South Wales reminded me of the Driftless Region of Minnesota and Wisconsin, with rolling hills, rivers, and a mixture of forest and field. Yet there was the ocean and warm Gulf winds. Plants that we only see indoors in Minnesota grew along the...
Aging on the Run, Former Yugoslavia, long term travel, Nationalism, Public History, Sustainable Economies
I began this essay in Montenegro, where people speak a local Serbian dialect, and finished it in Wales, where Welsh is visible on every signpost, yet English is undeniably dominant. Such is the language of empire. Living in countries with idioms foreign to me, I have...
Aging on the Run, Former Yugoslavia, 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...
