Yet Again I Cried

Someone told me yesterday that I was perceived as “a man’s man,” whatever that means. I want very much to believe that it is a compliment worth holding to my heart like some soldier who bears a brilliant medal for courage under fire. After all . . . what man worth his salt would not READ MORE

“You Are Not From Around Here.”

Every store I have walked into since arriving in this warm-in-all-the-right-ways-place has found me answering a question I think I have only answered in faraway spots like Petra, Papua New Guinea, or Petionville, Haiti. And what is that question? Where are you from? Of course the question can be easily reshaped into a statement, one READ MORE