Over the weeks, my anger grew at the thought that such an inconvenience—a turn signal that wouldn’t stop—was somehow considered an improvement.
Blog Posts about Travel
Pip Goes to Taos
Pip watches intently as though monitoring our progress through the sixty miles from overpopulated Santa Fe to the little mountain town of Taos.
The Happy Miner
When I worked as a courier for the Frontier Nursing Service, we were told to sing as we rode in the mountains so the moonshiners would know we were girls and hold their fire.
Writers, French Women and French Bookstores
We have an obligation to be fearless, never leaving out “the good parts,” those hidden parts of lives that are of most interest to all of us: it is in “the good parts” that the essence of a human life is often revealed.
Just Walk
As the level of anxiety rises around us, for reasons that are palpable and known to all, our efforts to retain even a modicum of calm become more urgent, and more difficult.
Moving Around…
I find it easier to take the temperature of the world (or my version of the world) when I’m moving around than when I’m at home, which at this point means moving through the air.
Staying at The H Club
So the place breathes—if it breathes at all—an air of masculinity and propriety that seems to have disappeared but of course has not really. When I go into the dining room to eat, I am nearly always asked, “Are you meeting your husband?” (“No, I’m meeting myself”) or “Just one?” (“Isn’t one enough?”).
Distinction
It doesn’t matter where the airports are in the U.S.-other countries are different-or how large or how small because since nine eleven (I spell it out to make its strangeness visible), we are all under the rule of fear.
Lullaby of Broadway
New York is no longer my city of dreams, and has not been for many years, but it will be fascinating as the plane descends through dense layers of fog to remember that girl who thought that New York, alone, could supply her with the satisfaction of her desires.
Dreaming The Dream of Modern Life
They are taking our train away, eliminating Colorado and New Mexico from the line that has stopped at Lamy, New Mexico since 1887; there is some problem with the tracks in Kansas, no one wants to pay for their repair, and so in two years my beloved Southwestern Chief may be southwestern no more, routed down through Texas, leaving us stranded.