What I Learned Hunting for Mushrooms
A hike on the McKenzie River trail becomes a tenacious hunt for chanterelles. What’s the lesson in that? And will there be snacks?
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Waiting for Hank Aaron: Reflecting on 1968 Fifty Years Later
I waited, listening to AM radio, for Hank Aaron to hit a home run. We were a baseball family–Minnesota Twins’…
A Cowboy and a Good Horse: West Texas
The sun is in my eyes when I first meet the horse wrangler, which might be why he doesn’t fit…
Conversations in Greece: Politics and Quiet Spaces
“Two hours in a dark room where no one talks to me.” That’s what I wanted after my return from…
What I Learned from Laura Ellard Sievers
Laura Gladys Ellard Sievers grew up on a stifling, hand-pricking, East Texas cotton farm with ten siblings and a whisper-voiced…
Winter in St. Paul: Culture and Quirks
I’m from St. Paul: Minnesota’s capital city. That’s where the Mississippi River takes a brief loop northward before thinking, “Oh,…
Talking with Strangers on the Beara Peninsula
At the time I met Noel—on an Irish morning flawless as a perfectly poured pint of Guinness—I had a plan:…
Photography Class: Failure is an Option
I lean toward the lethargic, work-wise. I’m not alone. There are others just like me, floating along on the stream of life…
Traveler’s Guide to Dining in Cuba
Because I lack self-control, I know long before my flight lands that over-indulging in food and beverages will be a highlight…
Horse Riding and Travel: 5 Reasons to Ride
Steel horseshoes struck 500-year-old cobblestones, echoing off brick walls of the homes and shops lining Callejón del Aguacate. Astride Frina, I…