A life in words

I fell down the rabbit hole, crawling through hell on Dante's back, carried by him as he was by Virgil. I've been singing with the chorus of dear Oedipus' fate and marveling at Ovid's tree swaying in birth as its bark split open to give the world Adonis. I am battling seas with Homer and... Continue Reading →

Breaking bread

I love how Italians eat lunch. The middle of the day is not just a stop to refuel, to grab something on the go, to get to the next point, it is literally in the Italian language a "pause." You must pause, stop completely, rest. It was the same in Uganda. Day after day I... Continue Reading →

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