Conversations on El Camino

If Jill and I had known each other when we were 9-10 years old, we either would have been mortal enemies or inseparable friends — we're too similar for anything in between. We met in PT school and had a mutual respect for one another (although she claims she tried harder to be my friend…

This old house was white when I met it, trimmed in a deep grey — fitting for its wizened years. No one could tell me its age for sure (and it's impolite to ask one's age, you know), but it's  watched this corner lot for nearly a century now.  This old house echoed and steamed…

Nara is famous for its “bowing deer”, a nod to the Shinto belief that these ruminants are sacred messengers of the gods. After a struggle bus morning trying to get out and stay out of bed, I joined Nancy for a drizzly walk to Nara Park – after a stop at Starbucks, of course. This…