Lessons from France (part 2)

Last week, I started writing about the lessons I’d learned from my whirlwind trip through France. This is the continuation of that post--without further ado, Part 2 of Lessons from France! Ask anyway, no matter how silly it seems.We drove through a stunning area called the Tarn Gorge, a road cut into the long, winding … Continue reading Lessons from France (part 2)

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Lessons from France (part 1)

Ah, France! The land of bread, cheese, wine, and amazing food. Not to mention a beautiful countryside and a lot of history. I’ve just returned from two weeks exploring the place, and have picked up a few lessons along the way that I thought I’d share. In fact, I picked up so many that this … Continue reading Lessons from France (part 1)

Reflection and Appreciation

Three years ago I was picked up at a Korean airport in the middle of a rainstorm. My friends Kate and Chaz had already been there for a year and they took us on a combination bus and taxi ride to their apartment. The lights in Busan shone red and orange and yellow and reflected … Continue reading Reflection and Appreciation

The Little Tea Shop That Could

On a whim, my wife and I took our scooter up into the mountains behind our home to visit our most favorite traditional tea and pottery house. The tea service is free, and all of the kettles and pottery are handmade with amazing attention to detail. We've got only five weeks left in Korea, so … Continue reading The Little Tea Shop That Could

The Beginning

This ending to an imaginary novel is the third post of flash fiction week V. “American Airlines flight 1020 is now boarding.”The announcement crackled over the speakers in the waiting lounge. I gave my farewell party a small smile. I’d never have thought, coming to New York over a month ago, to hide from the … Continue reading The Beginning

What’s your plumbob?

Cotton candy clouds. Perfect pink popcorn petals. These are the words my wife, Kimmy, uses to describe cherry blossoms. For a few short weeks in spring, everywhere we look the trees are covered with them. Then, as they age, they fall from the tree limbs like a soft snowstorm. The petals collect on the ground … Continue reading What’s your plumbob?

Censoring Cigarettes

"Did you hear what happened in America?" I asked. "No," Eunha replied. She's a fourteen year old, exceptionally brilliant girl whose fluency in English can largely be attributed to her time spent in India. "What happened?" I didn't want to tell her about the violence at Sandy Hook Elementary, so I told her, "Don't worry … Continue reading Censoring Cigarettes

Combatting the Cold

December for me means snow, falling and resting on the ground, the sidewalk. It means gloves warm enough to brush it off my car and then touch the frozen steering wheel to guide myself to work. It means the cuffs of my pants frosted in white as I come inside from the cold. But in … Continue reading Combatting the Cold

Navigating the Streets

While living abroad, I've wanted to write a story or some poetry that captures my time here. My every attempt has failed, but I've not given up. I often ponder ideas while on the bus or taxi stuck in a traffic. And traffic in Korea is a chaotic ballet, where red lights mean “stop” only … Continue reading Navigating the Streets

To Canberra, With Love

The time has come--I am leaving the city that has been my home for over three years now. Canberra is a capital city, and, relatively speaking, a small town--one with many jobs, the reason why most people move here, myself included. But no matter how we struggle against it, things cannot remain the same forever. … Continue reading To Canberra, With Love