Probably I will always be writing about Lake Superior. There’s a saying I read somewhere, though I can’t remember where, that there are two types of travelers. There are people who go to a place, have a good time, then move on out to the next adventure. They look for new experiences, like pushing pins … More “The” Lake; my lake
My local watering holes include Torch Lake and River, the Grass River and Lake Bellaire, and the small emerald water lake just down the hill. There’s a trail around back here, where you can walk out to the pond to watch the moon rise and look for owls, so long as you’re conscious of the … More Different Alone: Post-Evacuation Readjustment and Quarantine
They warn you about the Winter. How it’s not the cold itself, it’s that you can’t get away from it. It gets dark so early, and the winter food is different, and you have been here just long enough that it’s starting to feel long. All Januaries are long, of course. It’s a long cold … More Peace Corps Armenia: stories to keep you warm
There’s snow on the mountains now, but still none in the valley. If it’s clear, the icy blue peaks of Mount Ararat look yellow and rosy in the morning light, like a watercolor. Everything is a little softer at that cold winter angle. Mostly though, it’s cloudy and damp, with the smell of wood smoke … More Peace Corps Armenia: Already Winter
Ani’s* eyes lit up when she saw me sitting alone in the back of the bus. I grinned back at her. She left her mom at the last open seat in the front, and I scooted to make room for her on the plastic blue seat. “Hello Miss Med,” she said softly. “Hi Ani,” I … More Peace Corps Armenia: how should I say?