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Madrid Miracles. Aging on the Run Post #4
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...
The Curses of Nationalism: Meditations on Passover
Below is an article I wrote 21 years ago, with some edits. At the time my byline read: Anne Winkler-Morey teaches History and Chicano Studies at the University of Minnesota and Macalester College. _______________ APRIL 12, 2002 The Curses of Nationalism BY ANNE...
Bicyclists Should be Disability and Mass Transit Advocates
A rail conductor and bicyclist we stayed with when my spouse and I biked the contiguous perimeter of the US, rode passenger trains up the California coast. He told us that there was plenty of room on the federal rail lands for both trains and paved trails....
The Aspiring Intersectional Feminist Traveler
I am preparing to be interviewed by the Intrepid Traveler. That caused me to consider, what kind of traveler am I? I am not intrepid. I travel loaded with fears and cautions. I think I am an aspiring Intersectional Feminist Traveler. What does it mean to be an...
A River Needs No Flag
During fourteen months of touring on a bicycle, I observed the way people were tied to place. The love of a hill, ravine, lake, field, city neighborhood, prairie, mountain or forest, seemed bone-level. People showed us this love by showing off their places, wanting us to see their communities through their eyes.
This love of place does not require armies or borders.
Homeland that needs security is manufactured, needing recruiters, slogans, flags and songs to make it real, convincing us we need ICBMs or drones. A river needs no flag. Nor does the culture that develops on its shores. It just needs people to love it and share how it is like no other.