A Chip Off of Which Block?

A chip off of which block? I love that when I tell my son that I’m going to Arequipa, he doesn’t ask where is it or why but says “Wow! It looks like a great place. And they have incredible food. I just googled it.” [Notes from a few years […]

River Stories

There were snakes in that river. That’s why we were never to go there alone. I never saw a snake, but I knew they were there. Our mothers said so. We had just moved to our new town in June. We would have moved earlier but Mom said we had […]

One of the Famous Authors from “My Island”

This video about the author Ernest Gann has many scenes from “my island” – San Juan Island in Washington state, where I lived for many years. A prolific author and artist, Gann always followed his passions – flying, boats, jumping out of an airplane in his 70’s. Gann wrote numerous […]

Immigration & (IL)logic

I have days when I feel thoroughly confused by the rhetoric and fears thrown around on the subject of immigration. I hear that we need to reduce immigration to the US because immigrants take the good jobs away from Americans. So we should disallow highly educated immigrants who are skilled […]

Bitty & Beau’s

I’m thinking that every time that I wake up feeling pissed or depressed or horrified about the latest loss of life from war, forced migration, generalized hatred, environmental disasters, gun violence, the general condition of the world, the latest hateful tirade from the president of my country or something else […]

My Island Life

A Hundred Years Ago – or so it seems, although by the date on the front page, I see that it was actually 27 years past – I wrote this article about what was then my life. Sometimes I think I really miss that life. Well, maybe not that life, […]

My Town

This photo article was published a while back. It was a fun research project walking around my neighborhood taking photos of amazing old houses. ABOVE – THE CUPOLA. The iconic image of the district of Magdalena del Mar will soon disappear. Well perhaps not totally disappear, but certainly from my vantage point […]