I was raised without television or radio. My entertainment was books, and from a very young age, my mom’s library was open to me without censorship. Needless to say, this led to what I can only imagine were some very uncomfortable Mom Moments. I distinctly remember, in the midst of reading Erika Jong’s “Fear of Flying,” asking my mom what “fellatio” was.

I was ten, and my mom–never flinching and always frank–told me. I thought it was pretty disgusting.

I am by no means a book snob, but I am a good writer snob. I never really had a favourite genre, but I lean toward the sheer entertainment of period mysteries these days. I don’t like the Russians; I have tried and failed to read Ulysses, and I’ve always thought that if we combined Hemingway and Faulkner, we’d have the perfect novelist; separate, I find them merely annoying.

This page is for sharing writers I like or think I’ll like. I hope you share your picks, too.

  • Vegetables grilling iwth a view of a sunset over the ocean

Moving to Mexico

By |November 11, 2018|Travel|

I started this blog to chronicle my first opportunity to re-visit three of my former expat homes (Laos, Taiwan, Thailand, Vietnam, Ghana, Liberia, Zaire, France, England). Life got in the way after I returned to America, but this seems like as good a time as any to re-start. Grab your passport and join the party!

Sweat memories

By |February 15, 2018|Uncategorized|

I’ve traveled a lot. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, I’ve said that before, but let's be clear: I’ve lived in a lot of places. So I’ve had the good fortune to get to know something of the people amongst whom I’ve