I went camping this weekend with family members at Big Sur on the central coast of California. In all, there were four adults and five small children. We slept in two tents and packed enough supplies for what my mother … Continue reading Something Definitely Persists
I used to have a quirky but gifted dance instructor who taught us that there are strictly defined roles in dance. She taught “social dance,” which consisted of basic patterns that could be used in any three or four-beat ballroom … Continue reading The Dance of Fatherhood
I spent the past week in Abidjan, Ivory Coast. This is the French-speaking, western part of Africa. On the flight back to New York, I sat next to a young family of four from Kuwait. They spoke little English, so … Continue reading World Airways, Resurrected
