Category: Travel

Let Me Be a Jellyfish

Let me be a Jellyfish

Let me be a jellyfish Brainless and glowing My beauty innate– Unquestionable, even, Since I’ve no amygdala for Shouting orders, no hippocampus Busily collecting Potential threats. Let me be a jellyfish, One of a tribe of Transluscent pancakes Mindlessly ganged around Jews cutting the Red Sea waves or Rubber-tubed tourists — Either way. You May Also Like:A…

10 Reasons to Travel Back in Time

Or… Why You Really Can Go Home AgainThis past weekend, I had the chance to return to a place I once considered home: Kansas City. By home, I mean it was the place where I became the person I am now. I lived in Kansas City from the ages of 24 to 34. For those…

Notes from Inside the Train

Pyramid Electric Windows along Amtrak NER train 141

On Amtrak, my so-called real life is held at bayIn Philadelphia, the quiet car fills up completely– so completely that I can’t keep my screen hidden from my seat mate. I don’t know him, but I know enough that he was kind. He gave up his window seat to a couple so that they could…

In My California Time

I heard: “Big Sur is calling to me” and here’s what happened to me. I immediately felt the grey, El Nino winter that that I spent in California, in 1999. I was working in a restaurant in Kansas City at the time a place that was renovating. All the staff was given 6 weeks vacation,…

Vacationland: Switch off and Tune In

I need a vacation. Let’s all insert here for a minute the list of blessings I have. Nice house Good family Everything I need and want (food, clothing, shelter) Friends Education Human Rights Time to meditate and do yoga Lots of good books, and a library card too. Many more OK, even in the face…

Passing Through

Glassy days– Across the fields Crows can’t be bothered. Hot summer car rides Roads lounging into Forever. Windscreen winks at Passing clouds. You May Also Like:Back of My HandIn MidairI wonder what JFK would have to sayNotes from Inside the TrainIn My California Time

Back of My Hand

I-74Across the Mississippi–That Familiar vein throughMy life I Cross this morning east.Your still flatness hides Lonely strongCurrentsPulling me back. Day 9, A River of Stones You May Also Like:Iowa StormIn MidairI wonder what JFK would have to sayResidueAnger Comes

Riding Through Flyover

We are passing through some flyover states today… Glad that we are not flying over but taking that slower time to look at the scenery, at what the shape of other places looks like. We came around a bend near Lake Erie and all at once the land flattened out into farms… The horizon was…

Stress in the Rearview Mirror

This picture reminded me instantly of our summer vacation in Maine and of floating on my back, gazing at the blue sky and hearing only the sound of my own breath. But then, it also reminded me of this new feeling I own… a tight grip on my heart that comes from the constant stress…

Close Strangers: Face-to-Facebook

Writer Jill Murphy is crisscrossing the country to have coffee in person with all of her Facebook friends (there are 379). She interviews as research for a book she is working on a book about Facebook’s impact on relationships. Here is Part One of My Interview with “My Close Strangers” writer Jill Murphy Me: What do…

Depending

I’m on the train on the way to meet two old friends in New York. A part of me is terrified to put my foot on the platform at Grand Central. I am a traveller. I don’t stay put. I go places. Yet in the last 8 years I’ve mostly been with my travel companion,…

View from the Passenger Seat

Day 3, #Reverb10 Prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year. Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors). (by Ali Edwards.) View from the Passenger Seat Once I sink against the leather– GPS Daniel having accepted Our destination– Once we have buckled With coffee stowed… I become…

Where Wisconsin Is…

…And Other  Existential Observations on Home My colleague (we both teach at university) said, quite innocently: “I guess I don’t think of Wisconsin as the Midwest.” This while I was rapping a heavy mix of Madison virtues and Midwest easiness. “Oh,” she said when I called up the map. “I guess I thought it was…

The Monochrome Summers

Shopping at Target for school supplies takes us into the arms of  August, summer’s last great hump. I smell the Ticonderoga pencil shavings already and summer’s great keening begins. The season is nowhere over, yet it is aging. Surrounded by the lemon-yellow-forest-green-cornflower-burnt-sienna colors swirling around me in the all-new-all-same-mass Crayola aisle. Even as I buy…