Chasing the carrot

Browsing in a used bookshop, I picked up Tamara Shopsin’s book because of its title: Arbitrary Stupid Goal. It’s a memoir set in early ’80s New York. But that isn’t why I bought it. I bought it because of the opening paragraphs: The imaginary horizontal lines that...

When you can’t go to Italy…

Not traveling is making me restless. And, admittedly, whiny. Case in point: Last weekend’s conversation with Husband. Me: “I reeally want to be in Italy right now.” Husband: “We could bring Italy here.” Me: “Puh-leese. You don’t really believe those ‘You don’t have to...

More alike than not

June 5, 2020 I travel for many reasons…to move, to go, to journey, to address the new and different, to acknowledge the vast distance and all of the epic social and cultural pluralism and—at the same time—to celebrate the commonality of being human as well....

Going to the edge

May 29, 2020 Bouchercon is an annual convention of writers and fans of mystery and detective fiction. The year it was held in Toronto, Canada, the organizers of the charity auction (each year the convention auctions off author-donated items to benefit a...