Before my father died he wrote me a letter in which he urged me to buy an RV, hit the road, and live like a vagabond. This was not the sort of suggestion I’d come to expect from him, as he had spent the majority of my then 22-year-old life prompting me toward a more…
When my friend and I went to Paris, we didn’t intend to leave the country on the eve of the election. We’d purchased our tickets based on cost, not date. But when we realized that we would be missing our nation’s democratic Super Bowl, we were somewhat relieved. We knew what was going to happen…
When you travel all the time — and I mean with unending consistency, moving every month or week or day for months and even years on end – your head spins. It spins the most when you wake up in the middle of the night or too early in the morning, when you’re in the…