andijan | uzbekistan It’s not the flocked wallpaper or the massive cream and gold Persian rug on the floor nor…
khiva | uzbekistan On our first trip beyond Andijan viloyati, we travel to Khiva. The tiled minarets in turquoise Majorca…
na’alehu | hawai’i Late afternoon, after writing, the sun gentle, I drive twenty minutes down an empty winding blacktop, along…
In New Mexico where I now live, cultural and historical inequities of ac- cess to education have been intensified by the pandemic. In the Santa Fe New Mexican, Anthony J. Wallace describes how COVID-19 has challenged the Nav- ajo Nation with death and loss, upheav- al and isolation.
santa fe/new mexico I’m packing up the guest room where I keep my travel coillection, books and a fold out…
At the Museum of Indian Arts and Culture, Sayaka and I lag behind a group of bored middle schoolers who…
The New Year finds me looking out onto the adobe-walled garden of our townhome on a snowy afternoon. Some of…
For the past two years, it’s been post-surgery, post surgery and post surgery, the last one on November 5, a…
santa fe/new mexico My surgery is scheduled in a week. I look towards my operation with hope though I won’t…
santa fe/new mexico I contemplate the circular black standing Lasko fan’s whirring propeller jjjzjzjzjjjng as it vacillates toward my lavender…
I’ve written blogs for almost ten years on different platforms for different reasons. My first blog Educator to Educator (2010-2012)…
I hobble into Dr. Joe’s office on Robocop crutches and sit on his sofa on a fuzzy white faux sheepskin…
For my 64th birthday, I planned to host a hanami party though all the plum blossoms on the trees in…
My town is a monochromatic palette of brown dusty ground, dry arroyos, tumbleweeds, leafless branches and adobe buildings, but the trees…
In the Southwest Reading Room at the Santa Fe Public Library, I sit in a heavy straight-backed Mission Style chair…
Back to School flyers fall out of Sunday’s New Mexican; catalogs for Santa Fe Community College are stacked in newspaper…
Teena cradles my head in her hands and checks my tide. She tells me my body knows how to heal…
santa fe/new mexico Boo has always let me go. Not as in giving me permission, but in understanding I needed…
On a Sunday morning some weeks ago, our Broker tells us she just listed a house; needs a lot of…
It’s 4:00 a.m., pitchdark outside the vertical living room blinds. This Saturday morning, I’m apparently the only one up in…
seoul/korea December finds me in Seoul, oddly listening to the pumped in musac Sleigh Bells, I’m Dreaming of, and other nostaligic songs…
mont st. michel/france J’aime a me laisser regne lentement ou la serenite des lieux. -Pierre Jacques The lovely hotelier…
kengeri hobli/india Every morning on the gravel basketball court near the dorms of this institute where I am posted, on…
kengeri hobli/india On the first anniversary of my father’s death, I dream I telephone him. “Hello,” my Dad says on…
boulder/colorado It’s just after Christmas and Ann and I are sitting on her leather sofa in her home in Boulder,…
boulder/colorado My sister Ann and I are having a glass of Malbec after the Thanksgiving holiday in Boulder, reminiscing about…
philippine islands In the last decade, through professional work in education, I’ve taken the road less traveled on cultural and…
varanasi/india Three weeks after my father dies, I travel to India on a pre-arranged contract to facilitate an English intensive…
laguna woods/california I stayed with my father during his last six weeks, sleeping on the floor in the sad rental…
laguna hills/california While my Dad sleeps, I do yoga in his lamplit room, background sound the steady labor of his…