Category Archives: Personal Travel Essays

Coming to America

  On June 26, 2017, I went through immigration in Toronto on my way back to Minneapolis, MN. The official looked at my passport, checked his computer and said, “Welcome home.” On June 26, 1967, I went through immigration in … Continue reading

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Canoe Trips

In December 1994 on our 30th wedding anniversary we though it would be fun to take the family on an organized bike trip in Florida. We enjoyed biking along the trails from Inn to Inn. The company was good and the … Continue reading

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The Magic of the Season

I love the magic of this time of year. I love the light as the sun travels further away from my spot on the planet. I love the added light of the candles lit, be they Hanukah, Kwanzaa, Solstice, Christmas … Continue reading

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Art on the Top of a Mountain in Big Sur

I am not sure when I first saw Erin Lee Gafill’s paintings. It was probably on one of my trips to Carmel, CA. I love barns, especially when they are ruins. But my view of barns changed when I saw … Continue reading

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The Towns of Christmas Past

I gaze out the window at the rain streaming down the windows of my cottage in Carmel on Christmas Day and like the ghosts of A Christmas Carol, I think of Christmas days past. Growing up in South Africa we … Continue reading

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The Books of a South African Childhood

My cousin Haidee says that when she thinks of me as a child, she sees me lying on a bed reading and eating a tomato. That is true. I loved both books and tomatoes and still do. The tomato fed … Continue reading

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That Time of Year, Again

It is my first smile of day. I arrive at the Arboretum, sad and sore. The soreness is in my lower back, but I am not sure where the sadness comes from. I smile at the little girl, dressed in … Continue reading

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