Ever find yourself catching your breath, thinking it may be time to reminisce, reflect about where you’ve been in life and what you’ve been doing all those busy days? Maybe you are on a trail when you feel those urges. Riding a bus through new territory provided an opportunity for…

It’s sticky, not yet sizzling. I check directions on an old-fashioned paper map. Just in case the nav system doesn’t work, I tell myself. Daily heat alerts for the west suck out plans for a chilly day. I’ve had more than enough physical and emotional heat these last few weeks…

Bright yellow orange flames shot from a thin gas pipe against the west Texas gray foggy horizon as noon approached. On a two-lane highway with little else to see beside muddy side roads and mesquite, I passed a propane tank with a small solar system atop it. …

An early edition of Final Exit, a book well known to those interested in death and dying, lay in a cardboard box tossed in the driveway. One neighbor prepared his motor home for a southbound exit for the winter. …

Another day and more in San Miguel de Allende Four years after first coming to SMA, I remain amazed at the place. Not a one night, a one week or even one month stand but an ongoing love affair that grows ever more intense. After wearying months of taking care…

Why I May Stop Writing on Medium A few years ago I thrilled to discover Medium. A friend posting on it told me about the site. She wrote, shared about her life, her jewelry and other businesses. She was working hard to make money on it. I looked at it…

Dentists, Artichokes and Red Dresses I lean back in the recliner, the one with the bright light shining into my face, next to a white ceramic bowl in which I can spit as necessary. I am ready, as ready as I will ever be for having this next stage of…

Embrace change. — No, wrong. Hold change, caress change, love it passionately you have never loved. Otherwise, you’ll die from frustration. When I went to China to teach international management I had been teaching at the university level for more than a dozen years. I had trained executives and secretaries and groups in…

My Sunflower Ring…and Ukrainian Memories I could title this “The Ukraine I Met” rather than the “The Ukraine I Know” because like most travelers there, I met a lot of Ukrainians, but did I get to know them? Hardly. Meeting and knowing people are different. Like acquaintances and friendships are…