Los Angeles is somebody’s kingdom, maybe everybody’s kingdom, but I don’t think it’s mine.
Blog Posts about Travel
What do we do with the remnants of romance when we have long outgrown it?
Walking back to my hotel through the nighttime madness and splendor of the city, I felt the hope that dancing always brings, the hope of not just enduring despair but leaping over it.
I have been blessed this week by two immersions in the work of Tennessee Williams, a writer I’ve always adored.
I am fortunate on this visit to find the dampness of New York City a great relief after the deadly dryness and manifold allergies of the Southwest.
I loved our tour of architect Luis Barragán’s masterpiece in Mexico City, a great collection of brilliantly-colored walls, streams and pools.
Mexico City seems to be a city of women. We are everywhere.
In all countries, in the midst of our confusion and fear, there is nearly always, somewhere to be found, a brief smile.
Is it possible to be free, and also an active member of a community?
Life is to be lived, and it is also to be walked.