Nobody Ever Writes About the Travel Writer, so I’m Writing About the Travel Writer
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Nobody Ever Writes About the Travel Writer, so I’m Writing About the Travel Writer

One of the great joys I have as a writer is to meet other writers. Typically a writer meet up is filled with quotable quips, diagnosis hair-pin turns of phrases, and good humored word-wise one-upmanship. It’s the literary equivalent of dogs sniffing one another’s behinds. So like a happy, fluffy puppy, I was very excited […]

The Hard Part About Living In Costa Rica
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The Hard Part About Living In Costa Rica

I meet her in the elevator and she says she recently moved to Costa Rica. I ask the Costa Rican ex-patriot for a story and she tells me that she is not a very interesting, site story-rich person. I whine, “Come on, you live in Costa Rica! Haven’t you seen some crazy wildlife down there?” […]

She Pauses To Nibble On Her Pickle
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She Pauses To Nibble On Her Pickle

“You have to travel with people who want to explore otherwise everything is constructed, pills ” warns Louise. She pauses to nibble on her pickle, and contemplate those frequent trips she has made to visit her family in Barbados. The last time she went down there with non-explorers they whined every time they left the […]

This Is Not The Real Dance
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This Is Not The Real Dance

Sisters came in from New York to attend the wedding and to show off their Wedding Dance. They are choreographing their piece right now on the exquisite carpet that urges all who come here to at least sashay at least slightly even if it is so slight that no one notices because you are an […]

Two Texans
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Two Texans

Two Texans, architectural engineers, college students, conference attendees named Shannon and Michaela want me to write them love letters for their boyfriends.   Shannon lovingingly describes her boyfriend, Ryan, as “a sarcastic ass always picking on me and my big head!” She goes on to say she met him at a country club dance hall four and […]

A Mud Bath, Followed With An Insult
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A Mud Bath, Followed With An Insult

A few months into my job at the Pfister I learned something very interesting:   If you want, the spa will give you a bowl of clay to go with a hot steam shower. Yes, with this spa offering, you can temporarily remake yourself as an exquisite porcine figure, steamed on a spit, enjoying the mud bath […]

Whispering, 1925
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Whispering, 1925

My term as Pfister narrator is almost up, so yesterday I finally booked a room.  My best friend Jessie drove in from Ann Arbor for the occasion.   Jessie promptly plopped on the plush puff bed as soon as we had entered and perused our room, #332. She then jumped to action and made us a to-do list. We […]

About Life, About Mystery
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About Life, About Mystery

The shop window on Wisconsin Avenue is empty.  Inside the glass room is a door that leads to the darkness.  The combination of this darkness door, the street lights reflected in the glass and the promise that the blank space will be filled up one day again, instills in me a wild excitement.  Truly!           […]