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Category Archives: Travel
Flying Free: Why Hang Gliding Is Heaven
It all boils down to the 6 smartest words I’ve ever heard. Continue reading
Inside a Salt Cave
Can salt therapy really help you breathe better? Continue reading
Posted in Art, Natural healing, Reviews, Travel, Writing, Yoga
Tagged art, salt therapy, travel, Wisconsin
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Today I Did Something Crazy Because I’m Sane
Today I dove into a lake whose depth I don’t know. Continue reading
What Do the Mona Lisa and Mount Rushmore Have in Common?
Some “must-see” things underwhelm. Others exceed expectations. Continue reading
The Archetype of the Little House
What is it that makes people want a tiny house? Continue reading
Posted in Art, Books, Travel, Writing
Tagged architecture, fairy tales, Vermont College, writing life
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My Room in Roscoff
This is why I’m alive. Continue reading
The Ghost in My Hotel Room Part 2
I was nearly asleep when I became aware of a presence behind me, standing, watching, waiting (for what?). Continue reading
Posted in Ghosts, Travel, Writing
Tagged architecture, England, Henry James, writing life
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The Ghost in My Hotel Room Part I
Suddenly we stopped next to a vacant gate. Behind it was blackness; before it was nothing. But the driver opened the bus door and waited. Continue reading
