How Mortals (Some, Few) Travel

Flying is not limited to those who only have wings. It is not for the elite. It is not for pilots, air hostesses, co-pilots and the curious and frivolously wealthy, who have more time than us mere mortals. How are they the ones who are able to transcend space and time, hop into a Tardis…

Travel

We've done this dance before. Pull up curbside. Arms easily find their positions, circle the partner - you - facing me. Words are spoken, dry-mouthed, yet they drip with significance. Eyes searching, trying to make contact and failing, because one or the other of us is starting to move to the music neither one of…

Commute

There's a navy velvet sky this morning, and the swish of traffic is drowned out by busts of cheery birdsong. It's not dawn, but it's coming, and the birds know what's up. I might have dressed and prepared tea, quietly - some still sleep at this hour - but it felt far from the empty…

Air and Afghanistan

Only at 27,000 feet did I finally feel the electric bolt of lightning strike through the crown of my head and finally ground deep into the earth. The past week in New York was stormy, for this time of year, and the thunder rumbled and the sky popped without rain or those telltale white hot…

Go West.

I am Laura Ingalls Wilder. I am a bit of Anne of Green Gables too, because I came here, to New York, an orphan from the familiar.  “'Sorry, it just isn't working out,” they said while I was jetlagged, just back from a trip to the sunny, smiley and hard land, California. I thought they…

Learning the Lay of the Land

I looked out over the mountain of your shoulder blade, the warm light peeking over its strong, smooth curve. It was the intimate sunrise about which I had dreamed of seeing: I'd heard about this country where I hoped such sights were possible, but secondhand information and reading books of yore were no substitute. I…